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...shore, his uncle Vance Flosenzier turned toward the screaming children and saw blood coloring the ocean. He and another man sprinted into the surf and found the 7.4-ft., 200-lb. shark about to roll away, its jaw on Jessie's arm. Vance, who trains for triathlons, grabbed the shark by its sandpapery tail and tried to pull, but it would not budge. He yanked again, and Jessie fell away, his arm ripping, as the shark clamped down. Aware that two girls were still farther out in the water, Vance walked backward, pulling the shark along the sandy bottom...
Alex Mehta, 31, a 152-lb. barrister, had always dreamed of beating up a judge. And last month he got his chance at the Royal National Hotel in London, where he fought Phil Maier, 43, a 150-lb. judge from New York City. Wearing gloves and headgear, they pounded each other for four rounds. Mehta won, but there were no hard feelings. The next day, the fighters had lunch together. Such camaraderie isn't unusual on the white-collar boxing circuit, where Wall Street traders, City of London bankers and other execs routinely pummel one another. Bouts are organized...
...accountant, breast-cancer survivor and five-year yoga student at the Unity Woods studio in Bethesda, Maryland. "After my cancer surgery," Cohen says, "I thought I might never lift my arm again. Then here I am one day, standing on my head, leaning most of my 125-lb. (57-kg) body weight on that arm I thought I'd never be able to use again. Chemotherapy, surgery and some medications can rob you of mental acuity, but yoga helps compensate for the loss. It impels you to do things you never thought you were capable of doing...
...been traveling 110 days a year with the Cup for the past 13 years, thereby spending too many nights sleeping on hockey players' couches instead of with his wife. Phil gave me white mime gloves so I could experience the honor of lugging the 3-ft., 35-lb. trophy around for the day. Next week I'm painting Phil's picket fence...
...been traveling 110 days a year with the Cup for the past 13 years, thereby spending too many nights sleeping on hockey players' couches instead of with his wife. Phil gave me white mime gloves so I could experience the honor of lugging the 3-ft., 35-lb. trophy around for the day. Next week I'm painting Phil's picket fence...