St. Patrick will get two parades this year: Saturday in St. Paul, Monday in Minneapolis (halftime on Sunday). So let us gather our Irish friends -- our English, Scots and Welsh ones, too -- and give them a St. Patrick's Day message from the saint himself:
Get over yourselves.
The patron saint of Ireland is one of the most misunderstood saints on the calendar. And while he is one of the most over-celebrated, he also is one of the least appreciated.
He didn't banish the snakes (the Ice Age did that), he wasn't Irish and he shouldn't just be embraced by Irish people.
He was bigger than us.
(By the way: If you're between 18 and 26 and would like a shot at a free summer trip to St. Patrick's stomping grounds, stay tuned to this column).
In fact, Patrick was British. Not a pip-pip, cheerio Brit, but a lad in fifth-century Britain who was kidnapped by Irish raiders. He escaped, became a priest and, seeing a vision, returned to the place of his captivity on a mission to bring the Gospel to the Irish. Nothing in his life suggests he should be celebrated with green hats or green beer.
And there won't be any of that on St. Patrick's Day in the town where he is said to be buried, a place called Downpatrick. It's in County Down, Northern Ireland, a two-hour drive north of Dublin, less than a hour from Belfast.