We had a priest at our school called Fr. Fitzgerald. He was a tearaway! He used to ride round the estate on a 750 Norton, all leathered up. On Sunday afternoons he would be on Bowlee Sports Fields, playing hurling, always effing and jeffing, fighting and getting sent off, then later, he would be officiating at evening mass, all saintly and holy. We used to go and watch him play hurling. mGreat fun! Was he a hypocrite? I don't think so. He was the only one out of all the priest in that parish who wasn't accused of abusing young boys.