Today is a special day. My pure-bred Irish grandfather, Finny, arrived in America 100 years ago. On the boat trip from Dublin he was subjected to terrible abuse, mostly because his fellow passengers were threatened by his good looks and charismatic ways (remind you of anyone?). With visions of greatness dancing in his head, Grandpa Finny moved to Ohio and taught my daddy and his daddy how to be a man. This involved hunting possum, chopping wood and kicking Confederate ass. Today, I'd like us all to pour out a pint in honor of my fictitious grandaddy, Finny O'Cromer.
PS-That dog reminds me of Notre Dame fans...short, obnoxious and dumb.
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