Some folks have asked where it came from. So here’s the story.

Okay. So back in the old days when I was single, I used to date. A lot. (C’mon, I got an Irish accent – it’s not that hard!)

I also used to have season tickets to the Washington Capitals. Great seats. Right on the glass. With a good buddy of mine, Kyle. So a very impressive thing to do was to nonchalantly bring a date to a game, and casually bring her to some of the best seats in the house. (Mwahahaha!)

Kyle and I had one of those typical guy friendships, where we would never actually say nice things to each other, rather we would insult each other incessantly. On of his favourite euphamisms for me was “Ahhh, shaddup, ya dumb mick!”

Aaaanyways. One evening (and we’re talking… 1999 here?) I brought an attractive lady to the game. She was absolutely friggin gorgeous too, albeit typical DC hillrat type. We sat there, we enjoyed the game, and she was subject to the witty banter of the guys.

Later on, at a popular post game bar, my date and I sat down with a couple of beverages when in walked the guys. I’m a social sort, so I invited them to join us.

Much revelery ensued – but during the evening, my date made some on-the-hill comment that I didn’t quite grasp. I laughed it off, with the response “Well, you heard Kyle – I’m just a dumb mick!”

At which point she got very serious. VERY serious. She leaned forward, placing her hand on my knee, and stared into my eyes with a fervor I didn’t think she had in her. And said in a very stern, breathy tone:

“You’re NOT a dumb Mick, Gary. Don’t EVER say that. You’re a GOOD Mick. You’re a GREAT Mick. You’re… You’re an UBER Mick!”

There was a 10-second pause. Looking around the table, pints had stopped halfway to mouths, expressions were frozen.

Until everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter. “HAHAHAHAH!!!! UBERMICK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

And none of the fuckers have let me forget it since.