A Craic with the Saw Doctors at the TLA

Ol' Owen hit the triple crown of badass - diddlin' the boss' wife, diddlin' the boss' help, and punkin' the boss' bro.

If you dork out for HBO shows like I do, you suffered one of those patented holy shit moments when a New York mob faction went all "Seven" on Nucky Thompson right-hand man Owen Sleater toward the tail end of the most recent ah-meah-zing season of "Boardwalk Empire."

Maybe we shoulda saw it coming, but if your first thought was "ah, what's in the box" when Nucky received what looked like the lamp from "A Christmas Story" at 4 a.m. and thought you'd find this inside, then give yourself a prize. Me? Yeah, I was all kinds of torn up for ol' Margaret Schrooooeeder, but I was also so scared of Gyp Rosetti I felt like he was coming after me next.

Nothing soothes the soul of losing one of our own from the Ol Sod like some good old Celtic Rock, and, if it's St. Patrick's Day, anything featuring a dude with an accent and a band boasting fiddle, banjo, accordion, mandolin or any other similar instrument will suffice.

I said kelly green, not ... ah nevermind.

But if you want the top shelf stuff, you reach for The Pogues, Black 47 or the Saw Doctors, who will be at the Theatre of the Living Arts, 334 South St., Philadelphia, on Sunday March 17.

Take some Beatles, add a little Bruce, stuff it with a punk sneer and smother it in kelly green and voilà - you've got stuff like "Never Mind The Strangers," "Ivana in the Brogue," "About You Now" and "I Useta Love Her."

Sunday's show starts at 7 p.m. Tickets are $25. Visit the TLA's website to buy em or for more info.