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...kind of epiphany that those who watched realized how much they missed him and how much he had contributed to the world of sport. Students of boxing will pore over the trio of Ali-Frazier fights, which rank among the greatest in fistic history, as one might read three acts of a great drama. They would remember the shenanigans, the Ali Shuffle, the Rope-a-Dope, the fact that Ali had brought beauty and grace to the most uncompromising of sports. And they would marvel that through the wonderful excesses of skill and character, he had become the most famous...
DiNicola's fistic fireworks impressed LeJeune's coach, Art Redden. Redden, an artillery gunner who boxed on the 1968 U.S. Olympic team with George Foreman, invited DiNicola to try out for the varsity...
...movie armaments, the custard pie. He also recruits Bugsy to furnish a little brawn and some badly needed brains. Bugsy, however, is frequently absent from duty, since he has taken to managing a heavyweight prizefighter named Leroy (Paul Murphy). Bugsy has high hopes that his boy's fistic skills will help raise a stake to take Blousey to Tinseltown...
...float like a butterfly or sting like a bee. He does not even practice poetastry or Islam. Though he is no Muhammad Ali, Joltin' Joe is still the second-best heavyweight in the world, and there is excitement in his artless approach to his trade. Utterly lacking in fistic science, Frazier is a slugger in the savage style of Rocky Marciano. "I punch and get punched," says Joe. "He lays it on me, and I lay it on him. That's what fightin' is all about...
...most of his acquaintances around Tucson, Charles Schmid Jr., 23, seemed more sick than sinister. A compulsive blabbermouth who prated indefatigably of his sexual and fistic derring-do, the squat (5 ft. 3 in.), sullen-faced high school dropout dyed his hair black, caked his face with makeup, and stuffed so much wadding in his boots to make him look taller that he could hardly walk. Yet among the odd collection of restless, thrill-hungry teen-agers who hang out in the garish juke joints and drive-ins along Tucson's East Speedway Boulevard (TIME, Nov. 26), swart, blue...