Entries tagged with "Willie+Pep":
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While Muhammad Ali was flamboyant and flashy, Locche was deft and dexterous, infinitely cleverer and more knowledgeable...
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Keeping the faith in what we have today becomes ever tougher when so many of boxing’s wounds are cynically and greedily self-inflicted...
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There always has to be a boogieman to keep us on our toes and fire our humdrum lives with some dangerous excitement...
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If this can happen to our best—whether it be Parkinson’s, early senility, dementia, or Alzheimer’s—what does it mean for the rest…
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A fight to Dempsey was a struggle to the death. That is how he saw it. That was the kind of special fire that burned in his blood...
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Frazier described the land on his parents' farm as "white dirt, which is another way of saying it isn't worth a damn..."
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Lord, how we need him. Take away Manny and our battered old sport would be depressingly lacking in vintage talent...
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There is more to Chico Vejar than toughness; there always was nobility and great sense of dignity…
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Hall-of-Famers Willie Pep and Sandy Saddler were two of the greatest featherweights in boxing history. Saddler was a freakishly tall 5'8½ " and fought out of Boston, Mass. Pep, at 5'5", was born Gugliermo Papaleo in Middletown, Connecticut. Their rivalry was the stuff of legend and they fought four times between Oct. 29, 1948 and Sept. 26, 1951. Each fighter was a master of his art, and each fighter's art was as different from the other as night is from day...
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Sometimes cuties are flashy or stylish, but more often than not, their calling card is reliance on a crafty persona…
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When Billy hung ‘em up after 77 fights against some of the toughest guys on the block, that mischievous matinee idol face was still intact...
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Roger Mayweather the boxing historian should have stopped while he was ahead. But stopping while he’s ahead is not Roger’s style…
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One hundred and nineteen of those battles and still here, still a pistol, and in great shape this GRAND CHAMPION DURAN…
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Those opponents who saw any light at the end of the tunnel were usually staring at Foreman’s oncoming train...