Chuck of the Irish

Irishmen. They’re everywhere, as you may now be aware. They’re in our bars, our frat houses and our morning coffee. Clearly, the end of the world is upon us. First, earthquakes strike SoCal; second, a bee strikes the Nexus beer columnist; and finally, Irishmen start pouring down upon I.V. like frogs. It’s a good thing the weather is flawless.

Wednesday’s Forecast: Morning sprinkle followed by heavy downpour of Scotch at Dublin’s.