The Irish Independent sports team has thrown up quite an eclectic mix of sporting cult heroes over the last week-and-a-half, characters who illuminated the theatres in which they performed, bringing grace, charisma and even controversy with them.
From the world of GAA the impact made by Ciarán McDonald, Niall Patterson, Graham Geraghty, and Vinnie Murphy have been chronicled, soccer has thrown up Clive Allen and Dennis Bergkamp and, at a more local level, Jackie Jameson. From the rugby vaults has come Shannon's Andrew Thompson.
Most accounts have revealed something about the age of impression of the beholder and have, of course, been wonderfully teased out and scripted.
But, as I've read them, part of me wonders what sheltered sporting lives my colleagues have endured if they haven't been able to invoke memories of Eddie Macken and the thrill and magic he brought to so many back gardens during his pomp.
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Did they never have the puzzle of setting out a course with old oil barrels and sticks broken off from the nearest wood or procured from the nearest building site, painted to recreate the elegance of the RDS or Hickstead if time allowed?
Round one always set up more benignly with the sticks placed diagonally to allow for a more straightforward pop, but by round two a further stick fixed horizontally between the barrels, now elevated on cement blocks, and the turns and angles sharpened to raise the stakes.
Macken inspired all that - a generation of young two-legged human horses who pounded lawns so repetitively the scars can still be seen from the International Space Station!
For those who need reminding - and I'm sure there can't be many - he blazed a trail through world showjumping for four to five years and more, enticing audiences across this country that were far removed from the gated, tree-lined avenues and yards that they worked. Even 'townies' ventured into their world.
This was an era, late 1970s, when Irish rugby teams existed in a parallel universe to Welsh and French counterparts who routinely hammered them, Irish soccer teams continued to endure some glorious failures and it was somewhere in between Eamonn Coghlan's (magnificent with the benefit of hindsight) fourth places in consecutive Olympic finals which, to a young, impressionable and unknowing eye, short-changed without a podium finish.
Ireland was largely bereft of sporting triumph on the international stage in those years but Macken and his cohorts gave us hope and status, an ability not just to compete but to win.
For three consecutive years an Irish team, led by Macken and his trusted charge Boomerang, complete with distinctive sheepskin noseband, won the Aga Khan Cup on days in the RDS that brought a nation to a halt.
For us, there was an enticing local angle too, three of the four-man Irish team being based in Meath. Macken was originally from Granard in Longford but lived close to the Westmeath border, Paul Darragh was based up the road to Dublin, while Captain Con Power was in Summerhill. James Kernan, the fourth member, was from Tyrone.
When it came to 'Puissance' tests, the ability to scale those giant red-bricked walls, Macken would unveil his other prized asset Kerrygold but Boomerang was the one.
During the regular season, showjumping from Wembley or some other far-flung venue was essential viewing. The sight of the distinctive dark green jacket of Macken emerging into the light quickened the pulses in so many sitting rooms across the country.
There was the best of rustic England on view - David Broome, a young Nick Skelton, Ted Edgar and Harvey Smith, who came with a parental guidance warning with his propensity for a two-finger salute that had us running to take shelter behind the couch. The ultimate bogey-man. But Macken could mix it with the red coats, very often beating them. And that really mattered.
For four consecutive years he and Boomerang plundered the Hickstead Derby, and it had all the sentiment of William Wallace sacking York.
Snooker would take over the TV screens and have its time too as showjumping's appeal faded but the impact of Macken and company has been long-lasting to a certain generation.