I've highlighted those especially relevant ones in red
Being Irish means...
- you will never play professional basketball
- you 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 a 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 have never hit your head on the ceiling
- you spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling
- you're strangely poetic after a few beers
- you're poetic a lot
- you will be punched for no good reason...a lot
- some punches directed at you are legacies from past generations
- your sister will punch you because your brother punched her
- many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary...and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth
- someone in your family is incredibly cheap
- it is more than likely you
- 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 talking
- "Irish Stew" is the 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 kegger 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 know "Sully"
- you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy
- you are genetically incapable of keeping a secret
- your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room
The town I grew up in is according to the census bureau the most Irish and most catholic town in America. I just went to my high school reunion, and yeah Rory, Sully, Murph, Mick, Maureen, Maeve... Connoly, Flannagan, Flaherty, Doherty, Murphy, Sullivan, Colleary, Hannigan, Gallagher...
My family? Forget about it. Hell I have aunts Mary, Catherine, Alice, Maureen, Susan, Allison, and Helen, and uncles Robert, Patrick, John, Brian, Thomas and David.
Yes, every last one of them is named after a saint (including myself, and my father who I am named after, and his fater who we are both named after), if you count the ones only the irish count.
I have more than 10 cousins and an uncle named Patrick.
Posted by cbyrne at December 13, 2005 02:15 PM | TrackBack