All righty, hello, everyone, welcome to it.

It is the Mick Day, as we affectionately call it around here.

St. Patrick's Day, as my friend Jeff used to refer to it,

as amateur hour or amateur night. But there's a certain point when you just kind of grow out

of all that crap. You maybe haven't reached there yet. So don't let me discourage you from doing anything

except for driving while intoxicated.

I just, I can honestly say I've never had a green beer.

I know that it doesn't taste any different, but I never felt the need to add more crap

to the crap I was drinking.

My liver was having enough time keeping up with filtering out what I was putting in my body

without having to throw in food dye number seven.

So anyway, if you celebrate to all of those who celebrate, congratulate.

You know, my wife was like, should we do the corned beef and cabbage?

She's more Mick than I am.

And she actually got verified family members buried there. We visited their grave on our honeymoon. But the kids wouldn't eat it. They don't eat it.

And I'm not going to be around. I love it. I'll cook it on Saturday. You need more time to really do it. And I'm doing my show.

I can't be cooking at the same time. Plus, I got to get a blood drawn tomorrow for like follow-up

tests. Just a pain in the butt. So Mick Day for us will have to wait. Hope you're celebrating.

And yeah, I'm watching the world baseball classic right now. Venezuela just took the lead from Italy, and I'm thinking, who the hell does Italy have enough players to feel the team? And then you realize, no, no, no, it's just players of Italian descent who weren't good enough to make the American team. They're fine. They're major leaguers, but, you know, they put up a good fight.

I don't know how it's going to end.

I'll probably still be recording when it ends, so I'll tell you,

unless it goes into extra endings.

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