Excerpted from the Boston Plainsmen:

Postilski picked himself off the ground and wiped his mouth.  He carefully stepped over the spot where he vomited and screamed skyward, “I love St. Patrick’s Day!”

“Sorry to cut this interview short,” he said with a shrug, “But my friends and I are going to scrounge up some breakfast.”  He then proceeded to put his arms around his friends and the group spontaneously broke into song as they walked away.

“Oh, Danny boy, the something, something, something…”