I've highlighted those especially relevant ones in red
Being Irish means...
- you will never play professional basketball
 - you swear very well
 - at least one of your cousins holds political office
 - you think you sing very well
 - you have no idea how to make a long story short
 - you are very good at playing a lot of very bad golf
 - there isn't a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone
 - much of your food was boiled
 - you have never hit your head on the ceiling
 - you spent a good portion of your childhood kneeling
 - you're strangely poetic after a few beers
 - you're poetic a lot
 - you will be punched for no good reason...a lot
 - some punches directed at you are legacies from past generations
 - your sister will punch you because your brother punched her
 - many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary...and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth
 - someone in your family is incredibly cheap
 - it is more than likely you
 - you don't know the words but that doesn't stop you from singing
 - you can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking
 - "Irish Stew" is the euphemism for "boiled leftovers from the fridge"
 - you're not nearly as funny as you think you are, but what you lack in talent, you make up for in frequency
 - there wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last kegger party
 - you are, or know someone, named "Murph"
 - if you don't know Murph, then you know "Mac"
 - if you don't know Murph or Mac, then you know "Sully"
 - you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy
 - you are genetically incapable of keeping a secret
 - your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room
 
The town I grew up in is according to the census bureau the most Irish and most catholic town in America. I just went to my high school reunion, and yeah Rory, Sully, Murph, Mick, Maureen, Maeve... Connoly, Flannagan, Flaherty, Doherty, Murphy, Sullivan, Colleary, Hannigan, Gallagher...
My family? Forget about it. Hell I have aunts Mary, Catherine, Alice, Maureen, Susan, Allison, and Helen, and uncles Robert, Patrick, John, Brian, Thomas and David.
Yes, every last one of them is named after a saint (including myself, and my father who I am named after, and his fater who we are both named after), if you count the ones only the irish count.
I have more than 10 cousins and an uncle named Patrick.