I scream, you scream, we all scream, he's dead.
Irvine Robbins was never played in a game.
Described by his own brother as "a little bit right of Attila the Hun," this third-generation brewing tycoon barred trade unions, fixed prices, and gave this country the affliction known as James Watt. Also, the beer sucks.
(d) March 15th, 2003