Word: racketeering
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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That is the traditional lament of the woman athlete trained from childhood to win games rather than beaux. In Evert's case, the drill started so early that she could barely hold a racket. Her father, Jimmy Evert, a onetime touring tournament player, is the tennis pro at the Holiday Park Courts in Fort Lauderdale. "One day when I was six," Chrissie recalls, "my dad took me to a park. He put a racket in my hand and threw balls to me. I missed them all. We did this every day. After a few weeks I started hitting...
...recently turned pro and is ranked No. 16 among U.S. women play ers; John, 11, is ranked No. 2 in Flor ida in his age group; and Clare, 5, fresh from a season of warming up with a flyswatter, is already out on the courts with her sawed-off racket...
...again, here or someplace else, and I'll be talking to some other bastard, or maybe even you again, and we'll try another one and he'll go away again. Is there any end to this shit? Does anything ever change in this racket?" "Hey, boss," the prosecutor said, "don't take it so hard. Some of us die, the rest of us get older, new guys come, old guys disappear. It changes every...
Dixon says that his manager didn't care about his decline because he "just wanted a fighter to cover up his dope racket." The officials called Dixon's last fight a draw, but, he says, "the way I felt afterwards, I didn't really feel like going into the ring again." His boxing career ended, and with a one-string tin-can bass, he began his career as a performer. Later, a big-time gambler bought him his first upright bass, and he started performing at Martin...
...Stockton was still mortifying him in public. And the whole family has felt the trauma of the tension. Mrs. Stockton has fought her husband's tyranny with everything in her. At the Canadian Nationals five years ago, while Dickie's younger sister, Donna, was playing, Mr. Stockton stuck a racket through the fist of his tousle-haired three year old and was tossing tennis balls at him, trying to get this kid who half-crawled to swing a flat forehand. Meanwhile Mrs. Stockton kept trying tried to intercept the tosses with mad clutching movements. And she kept shrieking...