The Story Of The Irish On St. Patrick’s Day

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Every March 17, Americans with no Irish lineage whatsoever play up that one great uncle who may have been named O’Day, wear green, pretend Dropkick Murphy’s isn’t obnoxious and drink ales and whiskey until the central nervous system crashes.

Like many holidays though, St. Patrick’s Day has become less about its original purpose, and more about commercialism. SaturdayBlitz.com takes pride in its ability to educate, so gather ’round to learn the true* story of St. Patrick’s Day.

There was time when the Irish enjoyed great bounty. Ironically, Conquest, War, Famine and Death laid a foundation that allowed the Irish to thrive unlike any other culture on the landscape. Believe the strongest base on which to build would be a Rock(ne), the Irish grew and flourished.

Faith played a key role in the success of the Irish — faith, and a little luck. Devine Intervention was critical to a Golden Age. Yet said Golden Age was in fact more known for its green.

Thus, we wear green on this day commending the Irish.

Later, a magical leprechaun named Lou guided them to the greatest of heights via Bus or Rocket; you can call that Rocket Ismail. The Irish were much like a mail service, and long before the UPS ad campaign, discovered exactly what Brown can do for you.


But as the world changed, the Irish struggled to keep up with the times. Facing persecution — persumably from the Elon Fighting Christians — the Irish slipped from their perch. An era of championship famine has left the Irish seeking guidance from Bobs and Tys and Charlies, but none have been able to cast back the snakes emerging from the South.

The Irish again teeter ever-so-close to a return to prominence, but opportunities thrown away in the zone as red as the new leader’s face continue their struggles.

One truth about the Irish, though: Hope springs eternal.The fiery guidance of a proven winner and a more defensive approach adds pep to the Irish’s step in pursuit of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, that ends in Miami.

Remember when you tip back that Guinness or shoot that Jameson tonight, it isn’t an empty gesture. Celebrate the Irish’s illustrious past, because without it the college football world wouldn’t be the same.