Oh, how I dream of being Irish.

Not for the green beer, although that sounds fun.

It’s not for the corn beef and cabbage, either, although I eat that tasty treat more than just once a year on St. Patrick’s Day.

It would give me a regular excuse to visit my favorite golf destination on the planet – Ireland – more often.

I’ve been three times, and each trip was better than the last.

I’ve visited in the so-called shoulder months … April and October … and both were wonderful for golf. The climate was mild, high 50s, and the courses were uncrowded. I’ve played nearly 20 rounds in Ireland and never experienced a true Irish squall, so don’t believe everything you read about the brutal Irish weather.

Funny thing is I haven’t even played some of the true Irish legends, like Ballybunion Golf Club or Lahinch or Old Head Golf Links, and I’m still smitten with the Emerald Isle.

My first trip, Enniscrone and Tralee Golf Club stole my heart. My second visit, the luxury of the K Club introduced me to the new robust Irish economy and Baltray (called County Louth by some) reinforced my love of links golf.

My third visit, for the 2007 Walker Cup, blew me away with Royal Portrush, Ballyliffin and Portstewart.

A golf trip to Ireland delivers the true 19-hole experience — 18 great holes of golf, coupled with the beer and fellowship in the pub afterward. The Irish are friendly hosts, and there’s no anti-American sentiment.

I can’t wait to go back. Don’t believe Kermit. It’s easy being green … especially on St. Patrick’s Day.

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