March is Maddening!

If you don't wear green you'll get pinched Antoinette, 

Now that we are firmly ensconced into the month of March, let the madness begin! Time to fill out your brackets, make your best predictions, and trust the March winds will blow fortune your way! Just remember rule number 1 of betting...win or lose you booze! So whether you're a bracketology expert, or you choose teams based on their mascots, there will be three weeks of occasions to drink wine. (Psst, I have Slippery Rock going all the way!) And speaking of Pennsylvania, that basketball prediction was way better than Punxsutawney Phil's who must have misspoke when he said six more weeks of winter. What he meant was six weeks of spring, then winter will come. Proving once again that global warming causes everything including sub freezing temps in March and a foot of snow. Will those deniers never learn? No problem, just another chance to cuddle up by the fire and share a nice bottle of Rutherford Cabernet. Word of warning, "beware the ides of March"! Avoid Caeser's fate. Never show up at Brutus's March Madness party without wine...especially wearing a Kentucky logo on your toga. And as if I haven't already given you ample reason to drink wine this week, St Patrick has been kind enough to throw in his special day to celebrate the eviction of those "snakey" druids and the glory of all things green. He also issued a one day pardon from all Lenten obligations...so get your Irish on, and River Dance your way to the local pub for a jig of something special...poetry in a glass...a bottle of Tapestry! Find your 4 leaf clover now before the snow so you can get lucky this week, and don't worry... the sun will shine in your back door someday, March winds will blow all your troubles away. Be grateful you aren't dead! I'm going to stand outside now, so if anybody asks I'm Outstanding!

Here's a couple original limericks to get you warmed up:

There once were two ol boys from Manassas
Who until they drank wine were Jack assess 
But when more wine was poured
They'd brag how they scored
At least in their dreams with the lasses

There once was a man from Killarney 
Who'd kissed the stone of the Blarney 
But his gift of the gab 
Was boring and drab
'til he'd uncorked a bottle of Gamay

There once was a man from Nantucket,  
who preferred his wine from a bucket,  
but this practice made waste,  
too much spilt not to taste, 
so he put in a bottle and sucked it!  

No more wine crimes...🍼

Erin Go Bragh!