Gaelic football provided one of my favourite in appropriate cultural moments couple of years ago
Just to set the scene: we were in County Longford for the Irish bit of my Granny’s burial, during which it was absolutely pissing it down. Light entertainment arrived when the priest should have said “and we think of her children, Alec, James and Rowena” but instead came out with “her children, Alec, James and Robena”
Everyone then goes to the pub and it’s the Dublin vs Mayo final. I’ve never seen anyone use as much bad language as the priest was after it got to the second half and he was a few pints in, screaming at the tv oblivious to all the children who were there
“come on Mayo, fucking Dublin cunts!”
Honestly, the fact that sport can do that to a catholic priest… it’s no wonder all the mad shit happens when normal people are involved