Leapin’ Leprechauns



Leapin Leprechauns


By David Riggs


Time flies when you re having fun. I can hardly believe it s already March. Around my house, March is welcomed for a variety of reasons: March Madness, St. Patrick s Day, Springtime, and my birthday.


March Madness. It s self-explanatory, isn t it? 64 of the best college basketball teams in the country enter a single-elimination tournament and play until one is crowned national champion. My wife and I enjoy watching the competition, played out by very talented athletes who, for many, have no other reason to play than a passion for the game. Somehow it seems more pure than pro sports, where salaries and endorsements dominate the landscape instead of pride, teamwork, and commitment. Don t get me wrong, I m not na ve I know there are corrupt boosters, and many of the athletes play with an eye toward cashing in on the NBA. But for 40 minutes, the college athletes present an atmosphere of all that is good in sports, and help you forget all that is bad.


St. Patrick s Day. You know the old saying, Everyone s Irish on St. Patrick s Day. Well, I m only part Irish, but it s a great excuse to eat corned beef and drink Guinness. And how can you not enjoy a holiday that has a leprechaun as its icon? Besides, there s always a chance you ll find that pot of gold, somewhere, over the rainbow. I also look forward to the wearin o the green because it s the busy season for my Celtic band, Riggity Jig. We play jigs, reels, airs, and other traditional Celtic tunes. I play fiddle; my brother plays penny whistle and my daughter sings. Now you get the name. We re also fortunate to have Jim Coats on mandolin and Dave Hollander on bodhran. Is this shameless self-promotion? You bet but hey, it s my column.


Springtime. The trees start to blossom, those bulbs you planted so long ago that you forgot where you put them start to come up, the sun starts to shine, birds are singing what s not to love? OK, the hay fever, but there s medication for that. Otherwise, it s a glorious time.


My birthday. It s not that I mind getting older I certainly have no anxiety about that but truth be told, I ve never been big on celebrating my birthday (well, maybe the milestone years, like 16 and 21). The way I see it, my mother did all the work that day (thanks, Mom). But how often do you turn 40? Exactly. Of course there are plans for a big soiree (BYOB; no presents please), but for me, it s really just an excuse to gather friends and family.


I know what you re thinking, What does all of this have to do with anything? Nothing. And everything. As you embark on that next mission critical project, or you are pulling your hair out over an undecipherable error message, don t forget to step back and smell the flowers, embrace friends and family, and take time to do the things you enjoy (that don t involve a computer). Refresh, rejuvenate, recharge. You ll be glad you did. After all, we re not getting any younger.


Thanks for reading.


David Riggs is editor-in-chief of asp.netPRO and its companion e-newsletter, asp.netNOW. Reach him at mailto:[email protected].




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