Owner: Black IrishTeam: Full Retard
A ward of the state of Massachusetts until the age of 18, Black Irish spent most of the 1990s as a college football scout, patrolling high school practice fields all over the Great Lakes region in the hopes of finding the next Ron Powlus. As a result of spending many nights alone in sour-smelling motel rooms, Black Irish developed a fondness for grain alcohol, what he describes as "chat lines," and the comedy of Lenny Bruce.
Sometime in the spring of 1997, Black Irish woke up on the floor of a pub inside Penn Station in midtown Manhattan. He has not left since, preferring the comfort of his barstool and shots of Jameson to anything that the outside world has to offer him. He makes a living challenging tourists to Golden Tee contests; the only sunlight he receives comes from the faint glow given off by the machine's screen. He speaks to his mother daily from the payphone next to the jukebox.
