Word: pugs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...trial had barely begun when Carbo startled the courtroom by throwing in the towel. He admitted that he was the undercover manager for Welterweight Pug Jim Peters in one fight, and that he had been the real power behind the stable ostensibly managed by Hymie ("The Mink") Wallman (Heavyweight Alex Miteff, Featherweight Ike Chestnut). More damning yet was Carbo's admission that he had been the behind-the-scenes matchmaker for the welterweight title elimination fight in March 1958 between Virgil Akins and Isaac Logart...
...classic pug, a jug-eared middleweight with a flat, stolid face, the thick torso and bulging shoulders of a heavyweight. Even so, Utah's Gene Fullmer, 28, was no better than an 8-5 underdog for last week's National Boxing Association middleweight championship fight* in San Francisco. For Fullmer's opponent was the toughest man in the business at the bloody art of toe-to-toe brawling; in 74 fights New York State's hatchet-faced, knobby-kneed Carmen Basilio, 32, had never once been knocked out. Only Basilio seemed to have...
...elbow for old time's sake. In the 14th, eyes glowering behind scarred, gnarled brows, Basilio took a right hand that staggered him back against the ropes. He swayed there for seconds before somehow managing to advance again. But the referee called off the slaughter, and the unmarked pug from Utah was N.B.A. middleweight champ...
...massive-shouldered Negro looked like just another pug until he stung his man with a left to the belly in the third round. Then Sonny Liston came alive. A left hook to the head made big Nino Valdes drop his gloves; a right cross dumped him on the floor, his eyes glazed. It was Liston's 18th victory in a row, and his 25th in 26 pro fights...
...this feast of St. Mark, the beloved evangelist with whose lion heart my own . . . beats like a drum; and if you think that I am going to starve for your benefit, so that you may pirate my work after my death, you are a sillier man even than your pug-dog's eyes and slopping lips would indicate ... I await your cheque...