That’s a wrap for this week, and now we get to celebrate the Irish New Year. On Sunday I’m heading over to Southie for the parade and some boooozin. The best part about the day is that everybody acts like they were the basis for a character in The Departed or Boondock Saints, but in reality they grew up in the suburbs with a white picket fence.
Hopefully I’ll have some pictures of drunk fat quarter Irish chicks for you on Monday, but just in case I don’t come through I’ve left you a treat after the break.
Oh, and don’t forget to sign up for my NCAA tournament bracket so I can kick your ass. Just click here, and the password is tacobell.
