Being Irish Means...

(from Monday, March 17)Today of course is St. Patrick’s Day and in previous years this would have meant a toast or two to the patron saint of Ireland. However I won’t be able to do that today but since more than 20% of shore area residents have a wee bit of Irish in them I did want to pass along this little ditty on what being Irish means. There’s probably more truth than blarney in this.

BEING IRISH MEANS……

· You’ll never play pro basketball.
· Your swear very well.
· At least one of your cousins holds political office.
· You think you sing very well.
· You have no idea how to make a long story short.
· You are very good at playing al lot of very bad golf.
· There isn’t a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone.
· Much of your food was boiled.
· You spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling.
· You become quite a poet after a few beers.
· You will be punched for no good reason…a lot.
· Some of those punches are legacies from past generations.
· Many of your sisters are Mary, Catherine or Elizabeth….one might be Mary Catherine Elizabeth.
· You don’t know the words but that doesn’t stop you from singing.
· You can’t wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start.
· “Irish Stew” is a euphemism for “boiled leftovers from the fridge.”
· You’re not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent you make up for in frequency.
· There wasn’t a huge difference between your last wake and your last key party.
· You are, or know someone named “Murph.”
· If you don’t know “Murph” then you know “Mac”…if you don’t know “Murph” or “Mac” then you certainly know “Sully.”
· You are genetically incapable of keeping a secret.
· Your parents were on a first-name basis with everyone at the local hospital emergency room.
ERIN GO BRAGH!