Don't let the funny German surname fool you. I've got some serious Irish roots, so I'll be somewhere today lifting a green beer to the Maryland Terrapins, if they can hold on to the ball long enough to beat Butler in the second round of the NCAA tournament.
The Irish comes from my mother's side, along with some Scottish thrown in to screw up my golf swing.
You'd think it would be hard to find an Irish bar among all the Cuban restaurants and Jimmy Buffett-themed tourist spots in South Florida, but there are a boatload of them in the Fort Lauderdale area.
I'm leaning toward The Briny Irish Pub off A1A in Pompano Beach. Don't know which way I'll be leaning after the green beer.