This weekend, Northeastern hockey coach Greg Cronin decided he can no longer live a lie.The pressure of annually molding prissy young Bostonians into fighting machines on ice had foamed up from Cronin's loins like a Mento tablet in a Diet Pepsi, and the master crosschecker called reporters to his lair, gave them iced glasses of mineral water and lice-sized coconut shavings, and bore his soul. He said:
Bravo, sir. At last, the NCAA Hockey Tournament is worth following.
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poor guy. they'll have to put him in a witness protection program.
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