Tell Him He Can Have My Title,

For The First And Only Time, I Was More Worried About Getting Hurt By The Crowd Than By The Guy I Was Fighting. I Got A Pretty Good Blast When Introduced. The Crowd Was Hollering And Raising Hell. I Looked Around For My Bodyguard, A Colorful New York Character Named Wild Bill Lyons, Who Packed Two Pearl-handled Pistols And Used To Talk A Lot About His Days In The West. Wild Bill Was Under The Ring, Hiding.

Nailing Him Was Like Trying To Thread A Needle In A High Wind.

A Good Fighter Usually Knows, To Within A Very Few Seconds, When A Three-minute Round Is Going To End.

A Gentle Man And A Gentleman.

A Champion Is Someone Who Gets Up When He Can't.