I think my Irish pal Paddy Sweeney is a heck of a guy, but knowing what I know about this fine laddy I’m guessing the only person who will dare call him a “Saint” is his mother. However if calling him a “Saint” gives me a reason to tip a few adult libations back during the midday sun I’ll gladly fall in line and follow suit. So here’s to St. Paddy Sweeney and his special, special day.
Here’s a little video clip to get you into the spirit Paddy. This tune by the Drop Kick Murphy’s is a perfect anthem for you to recall the place of our epic rock-paper-scissors battle. Cheers to the green beers Sweendoogle.