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...most dizzying one, in the ninth round, made Holmes double over and take 21/2 of the five minutes offered him by the referee for recovering. But they seemed to reflect Cooney's amateurishness rather than viciousness, not to mention a frantic desire to connect with his left hook. "Cooney was tired," said Referee Lane. "He said 'I'm sorry' a couple of times." In the prefight noisiness and nastiness, Cooney Manager Dennis Rappaport, a newcomer to boxing who may be better suited to wrestling, predicted that Holmes would be "thumbing" and raised the specter of retaliatory...
...country, and some of the world, will be waiting to find out several things: whether Holmes, 32, was too old or Cooney, 25, too young. Whether the champion turned out to be too much boxer or the challenger did in fact catch him with his celebrated left hook. Mainly, whether Cooney has any ability, whether he is just heavy on personal bravery and promoters' ingenuity, whether he is just heavy, whether he is just white. Holmes is better known, or at least many think they know him; they may underestimate him. In the end both men might be known...
...never sounded as mean spirited, as hateful and hurt, as Holmes does now. "If Cooney wasn't white, he'd be nothing," says Holmes. "I'm going to cut him, hurt him, open his lip, blacken his eye?for justice's sake. They talk about his great left hook. But what am I, a little child? He's two inches taller [maybe three or four]. Big deal. I'm going to carry him to punish him. And when the referee breaks us, I'm going to pop him and say, 'Here, take this with you.' You have to crawl before...
Probably so. That these men know something the rest of us do not is undeniable. Merle Bettenhausen, a man with stretched, shiny pink skin and a hook for a right arm, said one time in Indy's Gasoline Alley, "I know why you feel sorry for me, but you don't know why I feel sorry for you." The name Bettenhausen is engraved at Indianapolis everywhere but on the trophy. The father, Tony, died in a practice run in 1961. Two of his sons, Gary and Tony Jr., both drive at Indy. Merle would...
...sometimes sense that we have reached a moment of critical mass when travel is somehow no longer necessary. The terrestrial explorations have been done. Do we really need to wander through one another's cultures, smelling the cooking? Could we just hook up to each other by videophone, perhaps with a sensory attachment, and simply dial Bali or Maui or Angkor Wat? Must the body go there when the mind can almost make it by other means...