Although I suspect this problem exists all over, having gone to college in Chicago, I have met more than my share of Irish Wannabes.
I can try to explain these cats to you, the uninitiated, but Steve Dahl put it pretty succinctly in his Trib column from the other day.
My favorite thing about St. Patrick's Day is watching the
"professional Irishmen" crank up their act. A "professional Irishman" is one of
those men or women (but usually men) who can't let you forget that they're
Irish. They do this with Notre Dame hats and sweatshirts, a feigned interest in
European football and plenty of Black and Tan references.
Of course, I am posting this up while listening to a Pogues bootleg tape, but that's another story.
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