In Tuesday’s Daily Happen, Teddy tried to make you aware on some bogus, namby-pamby day of significance. Nothing like a made up holiday — Pi Day — to get the blood flowing, eh?

Speaking of blood flowing, I’m here to make you aware of a real-deal important date. Tomorrow is the Ides of March, so beware … especially if your name is “Julius” or “Caesar.”

March 15 is the legendary Ides of March. Well, actually, it isn’t really, but more about that later. You might not think the Ides of March is a big deal, but try telling that to the Roman Republic. The whole Western Civilization got a major upgrade after this date in history, but you go ahead and have your little Pi Day and think that means something.

If you were hanging around Rome in 44 BC on this date, it’s probably going to be a day that has stuck with you for the last 2,062 years.

The Romans had some kind of screwed up calendar back then — don’t try to figure it out — but the Ides marked the midpoint of the month. They had some big stuff going on; they sacrificed a sheep to the deity Jupiter and was also a day that all debts were supposed to be settled. (If Sparta didn’t cover the 3.5-point line, they didn’t give you any extra time to come up with the cash. On a related note, the sheep weren’t to thrilled about it either.)

Caesar was the Big Cheese back then, but he’d hacked off enough people (including a few of his BFFs) that things were getting a little dicey. Legend (and Shakespeare) have it that a seer tried to warn him in advance that some bad stuff was going to go down by the Ides of March. “Beware the Ides of March,” is Billy S.’s famous line. Caesar got a little cocky and saw his boy on the way to a Senate meeting and said “I’ve got your Ides of March right here, pal.”

Bad move. Next thing you know, somebody stuck a shiv in J.C. and that was that. So long Roman Republic, but they filed Chapter 11 and came back as the Roman Empire and stuck around for a few hundred more years.

It’s perfectly acceptable to have some kind of get-together on the Ides of March to celebrate. Maybe a toga party and come-dressed-as-your-favorite Caesar conspirator. Just be careful of who is handling the knives.