WHAT WILL THE GAA LOOK LIKE IN THE FUTURE?

Like everything, change is constant. The professional world of Information Technology that I work in, is a prime example.  So, to is one of my hobbies, the GAA. For me it is a hobby. Something that provides huge enjoyment in many different ways, without any financial profit. In fact, it costs me money, but I have no issue given the entertainment and fulfilment I receive in return even if it does include disappointments of defeat and failed ambitions. The setbacks just make the good days even greater to savour. The games and the organisation are constantly evolving and always did. Some I love and I some don’t, no different to any individual. I am a traditionalist but one that is well aware change will always happen and is needed for evolution and sustainability.

Here’s a thought on change readers might consider. How do you imagine the GAA of the future will look?… Will it become a professional game, not just at inter county but also club level?  Will Artificial Intelligence (AI) have an effect? Will the game, the structures, the competitions have any resemblance to what we have at the moment?  Sometimes, it’s by looking back, you can visualise the potential for the future. In this blog I will try to contextualise the potential of the future in some respects, though the full discussion is only limited by the scope of the mind.

One time, the GAA was a voluntary hobby for almost everyone involved.  Those days are changing with many now making their living from the GAA. It is estimated that over 1,700 people are directly employed by the GAA, LGFA and Camogie Association. According to the latest figures from the Gaelic Players Association (GPA), approximately 4,000 inter-county players — both male and female — currently receive government grants through the GPA scheme. Then there are the many managers, both inter county and club that receive “unofficial” payments. Of course, don’t forget the referees, who undoubtedly earn every cent they make. We are talking thousands collecting income directly as a result of GAA activities and many more indirectly, not to mention the merchandising companies and sponsors who benefit from high level exposure.

This is a far cry from the GAA that I grew up with in the 1970’s and 1980’s. Mind you I do recall envisaging a situation where there would be a single team manager similar to managers in English soccer.  Remember these were the latter days of “selection committees”. I remember even at a young age feeling, someone needed to take overall responsibility. To be fair, I’m not sure, I thought of them being anything more than a volunteer. In the intervening forty years, the manager or Bainisteoir has become a genuine thing. Payments? We are not naïve.  Maybe like the referees they deserve it for the amount of abuse they get particularly online.

Back then, I like most young aspiring GAA kids, imagined playing in All-Ireland finals in front of massive crowds.  I suppose this was one area where I developed my imagination for another hobby, that of fictional writing.  If we are honest, in the 70’s and 80’s we imagined ourselves on television as televised GAA games were becoming more common at inter-county level. You mostly pictured yourself winning the All-Ireland Final, hurling or football or maybe both, in some cases, for your county in Croke Park. However, I’m not sure how many were like me, imagined club games on the television! I probably realised I hadn’t the required talent to make it at inter-county level despite the ongoing dream and decided glory with the club would be just as important and probably more attainable for most average players. I imagined myself playing a major match for Windgap, my club at that time, in Piltown, the number one pitch in Kilkenny outside of Nowlan Park, I felt even back then.  Often it was against Piltown in a local derby, knowing many of the opposition personally, it was easy to imagine. I would picture thousands on the banks shouting, singing and waving flags like at the televised soccer matches of that time.  The commentator getting excited every time, I got on the ball as the cameras zoom in. Even down to the post match interview. There were so many people at the match, in hindsight, one would wonder who was left to view the match. There are surely hurling fans in Leitrim and Sligo that would love to watch Windgap and Piltown in a local derby. Aren’t they?

Anyway, at the time, the televising of a local club match followed by interviews seemed very far-fetched.  Fast forward forty years or so. It is becoming the norm.  First it was radio. In Kilkenny we have KCLR and the radio station that I had the privilege of covering Kilkenny junior matches with this year, CRKC, run by brilliantly enthusiastic GAA volunteers. Club matches brought to peoples home by passionate and knowledgeable local GAA people.  In the last couple of years, the visual media has joined with Clubber covering many club matches around the country. People who could have read my mind 40+ years would have thought I was completely mad visualising such a scenario. The truth is, it has come to pass although the crowds I imagined are not there.

In 2001, I wrote a short play for the Slatequarry Festival in Windgap. Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond my control, it never was performed.  It was called “A Hurlers Tale” (Click Link to read) and featured three named but not identified, Windgap hurlers. One from the 1951, one from the present (2001) and one from the future, 2051.  The past and the present are factual. The future was my visualisation at that time. It was an attempt to compare the life of a hurler from three different generations in a somewhat humorous way. The future was purely based on the limits of my imagination.  It’s worth a read for subsequent context. Maybe the portrayal of the future is not all that far-fetched, considering where we are now.

Who would have thought that I was predicting illuminous yellow balls long before they came into vogue in 2020! Didn’t have to wait until 2051. Even the plastic hurl in anticipation of the Ash Dieback. Possibly Tullahought may not be the venue for the super stadium but incredibly I predicted Sky’s entry to the televised GAA market in 2014 amongst other notable predictions which appear to be evolving! Check it out in the play script.

The point is, that a fully professional GAA is not that far-fetched based on where the organisation has come from, even over the last half a century. The payment value could easily climb based on inflation and media investment and the entertainment provided.  “Squid Games” and “Hunger Games” might be somewhat fanciful, but GAA games not so much. We can clearly see the influence and the want of people and business to invest in sports people and teams of many types. Recently listening to one radio sports bulletin, every item included was money related, be it salary, transfer fees, prize money or sponsorship value. It caught my attention when I thought back. The actual games were secondary.

What will the by-products be? Club amalgamation is one strong possibility as clubs consolidate their own resources.  No way would Piltown and Windgap or Piltown and Mooncoin join together! Great historic rivals! Are you sure? Rural depopulation is happening.  In addition, is the end of parish rule in sight? The basis of parish rule was based on Catholic Parish boundaries. Already around the country, Catholic parishes are amalgamating to form Pastoral Areas. The Diocese of Ossory now has 13 pastoral areas. Piltown, Kilmacow and Mooncoin are a single pastoral area. The tradition on which parish rule is based on, is dying out before our eyes. Will this lead to super clubs like before parish rule was introduced. Most likely. The top players will most likely be snapped up by the richer clubs like in the world of professional soccer. Not a hope in the GAA, I hear you say, Yet already there have been a number of very high-profile cases in recent times where top inter-county players have left their own club and joined the strongest club in another county or province. It’s not that unheard of already.

The job of the GAA hierarchy or Croke Park as it is often referred to, is to make money. They are a large business with huge assets and resources.  The executive of any business is there to ensure business and profit growth. Most likely increasing their own pay packet.  Can you blame them? What makes them different to any other business? They don’t deserve to be judged any different. Everything is done to a professional standard, so it is not absurd to think that more and more of the organisation will become professional by degrees as the business expands.

Artificial Intelligence is becoming a challenge to many walks of life and occupations.  However, currently there is no sign of it replacing sports people, though it can be used to help improve their performance. At present AI, is more suited to repetitive and structured roles rather than non-repetitive physical tasks. As certain jobs for humans are replaced by AI, physical sport may be the opportunity for replacement employment in the future. The safety net for many where entertainment value is key to success. Many who would have looked into my mind 40 plus years ago, would have turned their nose up and laughed out loud at what I envisaged. They would not laugh so much now and I would reckon, the thoughts in this article would certainly annoy many traditional GAA folks. Yet, what I mention is slowly happening and once the tide starts coming in, it is very hard to stop it.

However, this creates a sales opportunity for the GAA and other sports organisations. It is particularly suited to the GAA as it is an organisation that prides itself on handing down our heritage and culture to the next generation. We all know about the benefits of physical sport from a health and wellbeing point of view.  The future could potentially see a landscape where physical sport and the entertainment it provides, is an area where AI will not cross into for participation. Instead, it will offer employment and genuine career opportunities, which could potentially provide handsome renumeration, not just physical wellbeing.  Why not sow the seeds for your children, grandchildren, great grandchildren of playing the games and providing your linage with a love of a game that will potentially survive for centuries. A legacy of enjoyment, entertainment with massive health and wellbeing benefits. Keeping your offspring interested and involved in the GAA or any sport is a priceless heirloom. Making sure your own club or county is ready for the potential changes that could happen over the next four or five decades is essential. Starting the discussion locally, is key. There is plenty of time… Or is there?

Close your eyes and visualise the future of the GAA in your own mind. Base it on past experiences of how far it has come in a relatively short time. Can you visualise your descendants enjoying the fruits of Gaelic Games participation, thanks to your foresight? If the vision is similar to mine, they will appreciate it. Give your children a genuine love of the games. It could be just as valuable to their future as their involvement is for the GAA itself.

THE ROAD TO INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY

Having introduced the other areas of my interests, I now introduce how I took the career path of Information Technology. It was a far cry from my initial career ambition; to become a cowboy, a sheriff or a US Cavalry officer in the Wild West. I soon discovered that those Western films I love were a bit of a stretch from reality. As I entered my teenage years and the era of popularity for the Western began to recede to be replaced by the private detective genre, my thoughts were now more hormonal driven by the thoughts of being a private detective working alongside the likes of Charlie’s Angels, especially Kelly Garrett (aka Jaclyn Smith).  However, I soon discovered what Irish private detectives really did and the only agency I could find based in Clonmel was definitely no “Townsend Agency” with beautiful detectives. The “excitement” was never going to hold my attention where stalking alleged unfaithful husbands was not top of my ambitions. By the time I was ready to join the work force, I did summer holidays in the Tower Hotel Waterford as a Night Porter in my school and College holidays.  I had had my fill of the night shift, but that is a story for another day.

As I approached my Leaving Certificate, reality had to start taking over from the influence of television. Pity really. Those imaginary jobs were great. Sport was my thing. Unfortunately, hurling was not a profession. I was too big to be a jockey and to be honest, if the truth was known, I couldn’t really ride a horse that well, let alone like the cowboys I imagined, never mind a jockey. I was good at soccer, but not that good, so a professional soccer career was never going to happen. So having done my research, a Physical Education teacher looked like a realistic option and in my area of interest.

Unfortunately, PE was not important in the early eighties.  It is still not important to our government as they prefer to introduce sugar taxes rather than compulsory PE in primary schools to tackle obesity. Having said that, adding PE as a Leaving Cert subject is a step in the right direction.  At that time, Gaelic Footballer, Pat Spillane and Rugby player Tony Ward were trained PE teachers. Neither were employed as PE teachers at that time. If they couldn’t get a job, what hope had I? My logical conclusion was despite this being my dream job, it was not practical having come from a family with a small farm and very little funds to provide that level of education.

The farming option was never going to be practical either as the 33 acre farm could not sustain my parents and me, even back then. Although, to be honest I did like working with animals, but we were not a very modern setup and had a bucket plant milking setup with only a short time. I was good at normal Maths, but I hated trigonometry and the like. I was a logical and a practical thinker (hard to credit if you read my fiction). My research suggested a role in Computers. I attended an open day at what was then called Waterford Regional Technical College (WRTC), now Waterford I.T. I enquired about computer courses and in particular what was the best one as regards getting jobs.  I was informed of a brand new course, a National Certificate in Industrial Computing.  It was the first of its kind in Ireland at the time. I went for it and got a place starting in September 1980 for two years. I finished with a Pass with Credit. Of the 27 who started the course, only 10 of us completed it. They were Gerard Shortiss, Billy Fenton (both from Carrick-On-Suir), John Barron from Wexford, Denise Flanagan from West Waterford, Declan “Scotty” Murray from near Ballymany Stud (where Shergar was kidnapped from), Pauline Hayes from Wexford, Tina Costigan from Rathdowney, Tony Kennedy and John Carroll (both Waterford)and of course myself.  It was 1998, before I worked in the Industrial Computing area when I implemented a Shop Floor Control System in Waterford Crystal.

When I graduated in 1982, I could not get a job in Computers. So I joined an AnCo project (similar to a Fas scheme) in Kilmoganny. Although the initial few days were spent building (more labouring), something I hated having always slogged in all kinds of weather with my father who loved building, I soon got an opportunity of more value from John Sheridan who was leading the project.  John was a business man from Kells, County Kilkenny who was part owner of the Ferrum Fabrications factory in Windgap, located in the old school there. John was an entrepreneur and he found out I did Mechanical Drawing up to the Inter Cert.  So he used my skills and put me working with John Doheny of Callan, doing drawings. John was into soccer with Callan United and was a very good player. I enjoyed working with John and doing drawings as a draughtsman which included a bungalow, a set of gates and my favourite was the drawings for the original Community Centre in Stoneyford, where I had great difficulty fitting in the toilets to the front porch along with a ticket office.  I didn’t set the parameters, people of Stoneyford.

While based in Kilmoganny I never stopped trying for jobs in “computers”. The issue was a classic Catch 22 scenario where you couldn’t get a job if you hadn’t experience and you couldn’t get experience unless you had a job. I approached the government run National Manpower agency that had a scheme where they would pay you 30 pounds a week, while you work for a company and gain that invaluable experience. I then approached the Ballydine, Kilsheelin based Merck, Sharp and Dohme, pharmaceutical plant and told them under this scheme I could work for them for six months under this scheme and they wouldn’t have to pay me. They went for it and even better, they kindly matched the 30 pounds a week from National Manpower. The six months was a great success where I got experience programming mainly in RPG II and some FORTRAN working on IBM System/34. It was not in the industrial area of computing that my course was for, but more in the commercial side of computing.  I hadn’t done anything like it on my course, but I did like it and felt I had an aptitude for it. My first computing job had started.

A friend of mine Joe Grincell (RIP) who was into running would bring me to work. The first day he had to drop me at the entrance as there was a picket in place due to a strike. This was in January 1983. My boss was a man called Dermot Walsh from Clonmel and the head of the department was a man from the north who lived in Piltown called Sean McCluskey. Three other Piltown based people were in the small computing department. Mick Miller, Barry Murphy and Helen Prendergast. There was also Michael Hogan and Nollaig Slater from Clonmel. Some of my first programs were punched cards.  I wrote programmes for the in house built Ballydine Labour Information System and Ballydine Work Order System in RPG II and an environmental reporting program in FORTRAN.  It was all great experience and the scheme was such a success that when the six months was completed, I was offered another 3 month contract where I was paid a massive (to me at that time) 100 pounds a week.

When that contract had finished, I got another contract with Rexnord Fasteners BV in Carrick-On-Suir as a computer operator working on IBM System/34. I linked up with my college classmates from Carrick, Ger Shortiss and Billy Fenton who were both already there. Rexnord manufactured parts for aeroplanes. I travelled to work from Windgap on my Honda 50. Unfortunately in December 1983, Rexnord closed. I got a small “redundancy” payment of 100 pounds. My first closure and payoff.

For the next few months, things looked glum, on the dole and working at home on the farm. Then out of the blue as summer dawned, Merck offered me another short term contract. I was delighted as there was still no sign of a permanent role and the stability it offered. I still kept trying to get that permanent role. On one occasion, I went for an interview in University College, Galway as a computer operator. I left home on my Honda 50 about 6am in the morning to get a train in Thurles at 7:30am. I then got off in Portarlington and sat in a deserted railway station for about an hour to catch the Dublin to Galway train. I arrived in Galway and still had a few hours to kill in my suit. There were five interviewers. It was like an interrogation.  I then got the train back to Portarlington where I got on the Dublin-Cork train before getting off in Thurles. I remember the future President of Ireland Michael D Higgins was on the train from Galway to Portarlington. He looked the same then as he does now. I wonder could either of us predict our futures at that point. I kitted up in Thurles and got back on the Honda 50. It was absolutely freezing at this stage. I was exhausted. I arrived home about 1am, praying that I wouldn’t be offered the job, if that is what travelling to and from Galway involved. Thankfully I didn’t have to worry about it.

As the summer came to a close, I applied for a role advertised in a newspaper as a computer operator. The role did not have a company address or name, just a post office box number.  I went for it for the hell of it. I was somewhat confused when I got a call from the HR guy who was called Jimmy Savage and when I misheard the name of the company thinking he said Crime Computers based in Dublin. I was very apprehensive. It turned out to be a computer manufacturing company called Prime Computers based on the north side of Dublin in Clonshaugh Industrial Estate in Coolock.   I was offered the job. Later my boss, Jimmy Hyland, whom I became very good friends with and attended my wedding, told me three people went for the job. One was from Dublin who got sick with a hangover during the interview; the next was from Cork and me. As Kilkenny was nearer to Dublin than Cork, I was offered the job. Not sure how true, but it doesn’t matter why today and it still makes me smile.

Despite being offered the job, the decision was not easy. I loved Kilkenny. I loved home. I was honestly scared of moving to Dublin to work. It was the “big smoke” at that time and a place we only went to for the All-Ireland final or school trips. I also loved working for Merck. I approached them and asked about the possibility of my current contract turning into a permanent role? I was told it was possible, but there was no guarantee.  After much mental angst, I made the decision to go, take the permanent job in Dublin to get even more experience and meanwhile keep an eye out for a permanent job closer to home.  On the 8th October 1984, I started my first permanent I.T.  job with Prime Computers.  My salary was a massive seven thousand, three hundred punts (Irish Pounds) per annum. I couldn’t believe what I was earning. Jimmy Hyland was my boss and my colleagues were Paul Smith, a real Dub (we were like chalk and cheese given my innocent country background) and a girl called Terri Kettle.  I was to spend six and half years working in Dublin until Prime Computer closed in April 1991. The Information Technology journey had started and despite a bumpy start and many more bumps and potholes along the way, it is still going. It is now 38 years since I started my “computers” course in the Waterford Regional Technology College. The career has brought me from Merck, Sharp and Dohme to Rexnord Fasteners BV to Prime Computers to Waterford Crystal to WWRD to Avnet Client Solutions to Glanbia in 2014, my first Kilkenny based I.T. role. The journey still has plenty of road ahead.