The luck of the Irish: Is it a real thing or just a Disney Channel movie where a leprechaun plays basketball? We’ve all heard of our Celtic friends’ good fortune (fortune that didn’t prevent famine or centuries of oppression), a claim that apparently came from Irish American success in the Gold Rush (and it was kind of a “screw you” at that). Well this St. Patrick’s day, rather than go into Manhattan for LepreCon, I stayed home and used the power of science to investigate this so-called Irish luck.
Now, as a half-Jewish American of mostly Eastern European origin, I’m not exceptionally Irish but I’ve been to Ireland and I own a green hat and certainly Irish culture has been appropriated for less. So, I bought every $1 scratcher at Duane Reade and I embraced someone’s Irish heritage to see if I could leverage it into cold, hard cash. I scratched and I scratched and I wore green and ate dry Lucky Charms and when things weren’t going great, I upped the ante, drank some whiskey and pulled out the old James Joyce to put the luck of the Irish to the test. Here’s how it went:
Scratcher No. 1: “Loose Change”
First up: The jewel of the New York State Lottery’s one-dollar section, the Loose Change scratcher, boasting low stakes and high (well, y’know) odds. You scratch off six quarter icons and if the total is over a dollar, you win whatever’s in the “Prize Box,” which could be up to $500.
To get on Lady McLuck’s good side, I popped on my maybe lucky green cap and got scratching. I went for the Prize Box first, obviously, and struck it big: $500, the maximum prize! With my cap barely fitting on my head anymore, I got scratching — $.50, $.25, $.5, $.5, $.10 and… $.01, bringing me to a grand total of 96 cents, four short of my $500 prize. But not to worry, I had six more chances to prove Irish luck and pay off my many debts.
Scratcher No. 2: “Fast Cash”
Next was Fast Cash, a tic-tac-toe style grid of dollar signs that could win up to $1,500 if you get three money stacks (or two and a “3x”) in a line. To get things moving, I Irished up the room with a little U2, a band that I don’t particularly like but that I’m pretty sure is from Ireland.
With “With Or Without You” to guide me, I went blitzkrieg this time around, blindly scratching everything at once and hoping for the best. And… Nothing. A few double money stacks, but no grand victory yet. Sorry, The Edge.
Scratchers Nos. 3 and 4: “Triple Black Cherry”
With Bono’s melodic voice by my side, I moved onto the twins: Two Triple Black Cherry scratchers I bought thinking they were two different fruit-themed games. These ones give you five rows of three fruits with a “Prize” box, if any of the rows have three of a number, a cherry symbol or a “3x,” you win. These ones can win up to $1,500 so I was looking at a cool $3,000, presumably.
To accompany me on my voyage, I opened up a bottle of Guinness, something I hadn’t done since college when I didn’t know any better. Now, obviously I did these two scratchers with two quarters simultaneously because I like a challenge. First line: nothing. Second line: Nope. Third line: Nah. Fourth: NO. Fifth: Pot, bell, pot and diamond; apple, diamond. Another wash, but at least I remembered why I don’t drink Guinness (it’s disgusting).
Scratcher No. 5: “Instant Take 5”
After downing a whole stout and losing four straight tickets (for science), I was pretty down on my luck but also, much to my dismay, starting to not hate U2. Like, “One” is actually a pretty good song if you get past its cheesiness. But back on track! Instant Take 5 was next, a game that I’d actually won a few dollars on before so I was feeling pretty confident. This one pays out at a maximum of $5,555 (get it? It’s a bunch of fives?), and you just have to get any three like amounts out of the nine possible to win.
This time I appealed to the Celtic gods by opening a box of Lucky Charms, but I forgot to pick up milk so I was just going dry (side note: dry Lucky Charms are a surprisingly good snack). Really feeling “Sunday Bloody Sunday,” I got to it: $10, $500, $40, $20, $10, $1, $1, $5,555 (Yeah RIGHT), and $100. Hearts, stars and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons (magically delicious though they may be) couldn’t save this one. And the back of the box didn’t even have a game.
Scratcher No. 6: “Cash Frenzy”
Uno. Dos. Tres. Catorce! No. 6, no wins, “Vertigo” blasting, marshmallows on my computer, it was time to up the ante. My next ticket was Cash Frenzy, a $5,000, five-round game where you get two numbers each time and the “your number” has to beat “their number” to win whatever’s behind “Prize.” But first I took aim at another Irish stereotype and had a shot of Jameson. Feeling loose, I got scratching: 4 to 6, 14 to 18, 6 to 8, 8 to 9, 12 to 13. Another loss. But on the bright side, I was getting tipsy and still had so many Lucky Charms.
Scratcher No. 7: “Lucky 7’s”
You know, U2’s 80s stuff really just sounds like the Smiths or something and everybody loves the Smiths! But I digress. For my last ticket (Lucky 7’s, another tic-tac-toe board where you match three “7”s or two and a “$$” to win whatever’s in the “Prize Box”), it occurred to me that in paying tribute to the Irish spirit I might actually just be mocking a whole culture. So, rather than drink more or eat more leprechaun cereal, I went a different route: I started reading Ulysses.
It was pretty immediately clear that if Ulysses is hard to follow normally, it’s impossible right after a shot while listening to “Sunday Bloody Sunday” for the third time in an hour. And also is “dogsbody” really a word? But back to scratching! The prize was $7, an amount that felt within reach and which, by chance, would exactly have paid for all of the scratchers. Top row: two sevens and a two. Second row: two eights and a seven, giving me two sevens on the right vertical. Last row: Seven… SEVEN… four. And with that, the noble experiment was done with not a single win to be found.
Seven scratchers, too much green for any one man, a can of swill, some decent whiskey, 25% of my daily zinc and 768 pages of incomprehensible classic literature and I still hadn’t found what I was looking for. So what does all this mean about the so-called “Luck of the Irish”? Sure, I didn’t win any money but I’m also not Irish and it’s also not the Gold Rush and also most of the ways I appealed to Gaelic fate were based on hurtful stereotypes. Maybe the real take-away here is that the “Luck of the Irish,” like St. Patrick’s Day itself or like that other questionable idiom, the “Irish Exit” is
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