By Bert Sugar
The past due Bert Sugar was once a Runyonesque personality identified national for his piquant observations of the struggle game—at a time whilst boxing particularly mattered in American tradition. It used to be approximately most unlikely to monitor a bout of any advantage and never see Sugar ringside along with his trademark fedora and ever-present stogie, or to listen to his raspy wit and stunningly actual analyses. He was once recognized national for his piquant observations of the struggle video game and whilst he died in March 2012, tributes poured in from each significant media—including the hot York occasions, ESPN, and all of the tv networks. In its obituary, the days referred to as him "boxing's human encyclopedia, a prolific author and editor and a flamboyant and ubiquitous presence on the planet of the hoop. He wrote in regards to the game with swagger and panache, a prose type that carried the load of craftsmanship and that easily assumed the authority to bellow and bleat."
And no ask yourself. Bert Sugar was once a vintage. Now lower than one hide, listed below are the very best quips and observations Sugar has to supply, a set of his lifelong paintings of masking probably the most colourful and infrequently debatable figures on the earth of boxing
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As far as I’m concerned, the best fight between women I ever saw was the one between Marlene Dietrich and Una Merkle in the movie Destry Rides Again, with a lot of hairpulling and rolling around in the dust. On Howard Cosell Howard, who belongs to that long line of sportscasters who have tried to write—and who, according to his editor, the late Ed Kuhn, had difficulty putting two words together—should remember what his function in his life has been: A purveyor of amusement for people who do not have sufficient wit to amuse themselves.
And that the Canastota, New York onion farmer had, in abundance. Basilio discovered early on he needed that determination, for, almost from the sound of the opening bell, Robby began a steady ratta-tat-tat tattoo of left jabs into the readily available face of the challenger. indd 44 4/8/14 9:23 AM The Classic Fights emphasized further the size differential even more than the five measurable inches and six measured pounds, 160 to 154—was able to penetrate Robinson’s defense for the first time, his craggy features had a slightly pink hue, the result of thirteen direct hits by the champion’s left jab.
As he backed up, Firpo got up. Dempsey was back on him faster than you can say Luis Angel Firpo, and, after another left and right to the jaw, Luis Angel Firpo was back where he had begun that exchange—on the floor. This time, after righting himself, Firpo found Dempsey waiting for him the very second his hands had tentatively cleared the floor. Another right sent Firpo down for the sixth time in the round. Somehow, either from resolution or instinct, Firpo got to his feet, shaking but still trying to hurl just one of his rights at the onrushing Dempsey to turn the tide of battle.