Oy, it's a sad day when one of the real characters in life meets his maker, but you can be sure Mono's already raiding God's liquor cabinet. For those who knew Bob Monohan, remember him for what he was, and stay away from the sappy eulogy on collegehockeynews.com.
Irish Brogue? Yeah, Irish Mist. This clown can’t tell the difference between an Irish Brogue and the speech pattern of a heavy-drinking Irish sportswriter from Southie? Oh, man – get me a bottle. I want to suck down a pint of Telamore Dew and then smack this clown with the empty.