St. Patrick’s Day- This Non-Irishman’s Christmas
Tomorrow is the only day of 2017 that I will be Irish. Sure, I grew up a Notre Dame football fan. Sure, some ancient relatives of mine passed through Ireland. Sure, one of my favorite bars in Washington, DC is the Dubliner. And sure, I want to go to Ireland- but I’m not Irish. I guess that makes me kind of sad this time of year.
Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day, a holiday I celebrate more energetically than Christmas. That started for me in college, when of course, it was one of the biggest party days of every Spring semester, not that I really remember much of that. I have many reasons for loving St. Patrick’s Day:
- Corned-beef and cabbage. Throw some potatoes on the plate with the meat and cabbage and you have yourself a feast. Tomorrow will be my third time in the past week eating this, and it isn’t getting old to me yet.
- The Dropkick Murphys. I’m a fan all year round, but I seem to listen to them more at this time of year. In 2013 I went and saw them two days before St. Patrick’s Day at Terminal 5 in Manhattan, and it was one of the coolest shows I’ve ever been at. Really high intensity show.
- Green Beer. I like beer the other 364 days a year, but I love it on St. Patrick’s Day. It just so happens to be green that day every year, so who can hate on that.
- I can wear my green Phillies hate and not be accused of wearing a weird Eagles hat. For the record, the Phillies have always worn green for the holiday.
- Parades. Who hates parades? Especially parades with bagpipes, fire engines, and bands? Not me.
In all seriousness, about the only complaints I have about this St. Patrick’s Day is that i’m not still in college, in a fraternity, and able to drink all day, and the NCAA’s stupid decision to not have Notre Dame play their first game for the tournament today. And I’m not going to be in New York or Boston on the big day either.
Oh well. The food and beer will make up for it.