As a resident of Louisville, KY who is not a fan of college basketball, March is a noisy month. Both at work and at play. You cannot go into a bar or pub or even restaurant without being blasted in the face with either Red or Blue. For me, March is too long of a month. There is only one day of the month that is even hospitable to someone like me; Match 17, aka Saint Patrick’s Day.
Yes, I realize that we Americans have bastardized the Irish version of this holiday, but that is OK. I don’t live in Ireland. If the 17th falls on a weekday, I take from 12 noon to 12 noon off from work. Gotta recover. Since 1996 (or so) I have been celebrating at the Irish Rover in the Clifton area of Frankfort road. They have the best party. The entire parking lot is put under a tent and the bring in bands and talent from all over the region and beer and fish/chips are served in copious amounts. There are people I only see on this day, yet we pick up where we left off from the year before.
And I am getting ready to head there in just 2 long hours.