Happy St. Patrick's Day

Anyone reading this post on March 17th at this hour obviously isn't Irish or doesn't understand the spirit of St. Patrick's day. Or you are like me and have no life whatsoever.

I'm not sure why they call it his day because technically it's our day. In fact it's my day and I just let the rest of you in on it.

You can keep all of your other holidays. This is my favorite one. Not so much in Colorado because Cowboys and green beer don't go together.

But back in the day, laddie, we'd make this one day last for three. Early afternoons at Patrick's Pub in NY for Guinness and corned beef sandwiches. A drive to Boston for more Guinness and shepherd's pie at the Purple Shamrock. Immediately to be followed by bar hopping through the best bars Beantown had to offer.

Well, I guess I'll go and wash down those memories with a store-bought can of Guinness while I munch on the Hungry Man's Corned Beef Dinner Platter. And maybe if I'm lucky there'll be a St. Patrick biography on the history channel.