Word: ring
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Trade Board faked reports, rigged phony prices, and sold meat, butter and automobiles on the black market; in Pavlodar, three men managed to make off with no fewer than 300,000 bottles of wine and vodka. The entire party and government leadership of the Kzyl Orda region masterminded a ring of cattle rustlers: the local Communist chief organized blackjack games and set off an "epidemic of gambling...
...Little Ingo," they call him, while Proud Father and former Heavyweight Champ Ingemar Johansson, 30, says of his three-week-old son: "The finest boy I ever saw. Look at his fists; he sure got them from me." Will the tyke go into the ring? "I wouldn't try to stop him." declared Ingemar in Stockholm. Of course, he would have to be christened first, on Easter Sunday, but Jens Patrik Johansson already looked like a comer...
...lights dimmed. A spotlight caught Jones, a black fireplug of a man, in a yellow and purple robe. The crowd cheered. Then the spot swung around and picked up Clay, dressed all in white-white robe, white trunks, white shoes. The crowd hooted. There was warm applause for the ring introductions-Gene Tunney, Jack Dempsey, Sugar Ray Robinson, Rocky Graziano, Barney Ross, Dick Tiger-champions all. Then more boos for Clay. And still more, as he danced and waved and made faces at his tormentors...
...Cassius! Go get him, Doug!" the fans chanted. "Get that loudmouth!" And in the first round, Doug almost did. Cassius leaned back, and a looping right caught him flush on the side of the jaw. Clay's knees buckled, his eyes glazed, and he grabbed the ring rope for support. Desperately, Clay shot jabs at Jones's forehead-light, harmless punches designed only to keep Jones at arm's length, to survive the round. The second was even, and in the third, his head clear now, Cassius took command. He raked Jones with left hooks...
...card (eight rounds for Clay, one for Jones one even) was absurd. The chant started in the upper balconies: "Fix! Fix! Fix! Fake! Fake! Fake!" A photographer at ringside was knocked cold by a flying object that creased the back of his skull Peanuts rained onto the ring. Casually, Cassius Clay picked up a handful, cracked the shells, and tossed the nuts into his mouth...