Once again, I have struck out....

For over 3 1/2 years I've written a weekly newspaper column, and year after year I consider cranking out a column on St. Patrick's Day. Yet year after year, I end up throwing in the towel, and writing a piece about something else - like why my exercise regimen is only producing results in the muscular bulge of my belly...

This year I even started a column, but abandoned it. My compromise was a piece on the 70's Scottish supergroup, The Bay City Rollers. Hey, Scotland's pretty close geographically to Ireland, after all...

Do I have a problem with potatoes and green beer? Am I not a big enough fan of U2 and The Pogues?? Did I get the crap beat out of me in elementary school by a leprechaun?? What is my block with this annual event??

Of course, maybe I shouldn't be trying to sit down and write a column after a hefty infusion of potatoes and green beer. Makes me want to nap, truth be told. And other things, involving the production of natural gas...

So, this weekend, have yourself a very happy St. Paddy's Day. Don' t let the fact that I am mentally paralyzed from writing about it deter you from enjoying your own celebrations. Don't let the thought of my weeping into my keyboard soften the jubilation of your own opportunity to wear a green plastic hat, and kiss Blarney stones (you shameless hussies!!).

I'll be OK...

Chow for now!!!