Don't Wet Your Pants Laughing
Boy, I got a lot of response last week with my tale of being a young leprechaun on the O’Connell’s float in the Holyoke St. Paddy’s Day parade.
I never said what I actually did, but everyone seemed to guess right. Now people are calling me the Whiz Kid, saying it sounds like the kind of mischievous stunt that the legend Squints Palledorous from the Sandlot might've pulled.
Some people must have been offended because they asked to be removed from the list. So I say to them, “If ya gotta go ya gotta go.”
What can I say? Sometimes in life you have to make some difficult decisions. It was a freezing cold day in March and I was looking at another two or three miles of the parade route in frozen-solid green rental leprechaun pants. You know what I’m saying?
Anyway, we won first prize in the float category that year, so I guess nobody reported me. And my old man never found out. The luck of the Irish. I’m good like that. Keep your dukes up.