Word: ringed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...family noticed that Jimmy did not go dancing as he once did, and no longer bounced around the house sparring and roughhousing. Instead he sat for hours reading books, and talked as though he would never again enter a ring. But after nearly nine months of retirement, he began to stir again. He told a friend: "I have to prove I wasn't hurt . . . that I'm a man." Manager Paul Doyle lined up a few bouts, and Jimmy breezed through the first five, against second-raters...
...More Fight. Before he stepped into the ring against Sugar Ray, Jimmy promised his father that it would be his last fight-unless he won. He wanted enough money to go into business in California, managing and training other fighters. Last week, 17 hours after Champion Robinson flattened him, 22-year-old Jimmy Doyle died of a cerebral hemorrhage, the first death in a championship fight in modern U.S. boxing history...
Late in March, the kids began toting their marbles to school in Roanoke, Va. At recess, there were shrill cries of "knuckle-down tight" and "whoa marble," as the boys plunked nibs out of a 10ft. ring. The game was strictly for keeps, and towheaded, ten-year-old Larry Vinson (known around school as "Big Lick") suffered the penalty of being too good. He complained: "I broke every kid in school . . . can't get anybody to play with me any more...
...champ got homesick despite roller coasters, popcorn and free rides on fire engines. Said he: "I'm worried about my rabbits." When they talked shop, they debated only one question: who had backspin on shooters and who didn't. Backspin, to make the shooter stick in the ring, was the key to success on the slick cork rings, which were faster than dirt. No one gave away any trade secrets. Roanoke asked Columbia, S.C.: "Ever play for fun?" Columbia answered scornfully: "Whaddaya mean...
Unlucky Rabbit's Foot. After three days, Roanoke's Larry Vinson had eliminated five rivals. His backspin was working fine, he drew his marble nicely, cleaned out the ring time after time in one turn. But on the last day, Larry's rabbit's foot failed just when he needed it most. He bit his lip, said nothing, shed not a tear...