"I don't always win Quigley cup championship finals," says Claddagh's newest captain Andrew Hambrick, "but when I do, I prefer to do it with claddagh."
What is this captivating phenomenon that calls itself Claddagh? What is in those uniforms, besides a perfect balance of red and yellow? They seem to have a new nickname every five minutes. Three years ago this entity didn't even exist. Are they even really part of this league?
Here's how real they are. The Claddagh hurling team, sponsored by the great Claddagh Irish pubs which are fortunately scattered around Indy, has existed exactly two years.
That is also exactly how many championships it has won. With uniforms so bright you might not even know what hit you, the Creamed Carrots have wreaked havoc on the league for two seasons.
This year the Orangemen are back with a new roster but the same old goal. Whether wrestling aligators in the Amazon*, fencing against Nepali monks, or striking sliotars over an 8-foot bar, Claddagh players live an epically exciting life, that ordinary men could only dream of. And they expect to win.
*There are really no aligators in the Amazon