If you can hold a grudge decades after a perceived slight, and even after the offender is six feet in the ground.
If you can hold a beer or twelve, or think you can, and that you just get funnier with each round.
If you stare at wide green fields while pissing in the wind.
If you think that fists are better than words at solving disagreements.
If you heard Danny Boy and laughed at it as a kid but now actually get wistful when you hear it as an adult.
If you've wiped your ass with the Union Jack or kissed a picture of the Pope sometime in the past calendar year.
Congratulations, I dub thee Irish for the weekend!
No, really, you have to accept the title. How else are they going to sell any corned beef? Remember first round of
evening drinks is bumped up to 10 AM on holidays! First fight is at 11!