The announcement that the third Patterson-Johansson fight would be held March 20 in Miami Beach had hardly appeared in print last week when a drearily familiar sequence of events began. The date was changed almost immediately to March 13. Then, further to confuse fans, the promoters released a mixed bag of fact and fancy on how and where the fight would be televised.
This kind of thing seems to be accepted as part of the promotional voodoo before big-time fist fights. The first Patterson-Johansson fight was preceded by a mishmash of skulduggery; the second was honestly promoted by Feature Sports Inc., but arrangements at the Polo Grounds were so badly bungled that some ticket holders had to climb fences and fight their way to their seats.
This third fight will be one of the most important ever held in this country. To the sport of boxing it offers the first chance to recover from the official exposure by the Kefauver subcommittee of the smelly and/or chaotic conditions that prevail. The members of the Miami Beach Boxing Commission had better see to it that the fight is run cleanly and well. We hope they are up to the job.
An editorial in the Journal of the American Medical Association reports that septicemia eohippus is found by many to be "a lingering malady," and is alleged by others to be "incurable." The writer adds a personal note: "My parents had led me to believe this sickness was an hereditary malady and essentially as stigmatizing as syphilis or atheism." Another name for the disease is equinosis. Some simply call it horse playing.
Early in the football season the Los Angeles Chargers' prospects looked bleak, and Owner Barron Hilton was depressed. To cheer him up, Sports-writer Bud Furillo and Assistant Coach Jack Faulkner ticked off all the reasons why the Chargers were certain to win the AFL Western Division championship. Hilton's spirits rose considerably. "If we win," he told the two cheermongers, "I'll buy you something real nice. What would you like?"
Furillo and Faulkner looked at each other. Both came out of the tough areas of Youngstown, Ohio—where street fights left them both with broken noses. "If you win," suggested Furillo, "why don't you buy Faulkner and me new noses?"
Hilton did and will. Furillo and Faulkner will check into hospitals any day now to accept their little tokens of the owner's esteem.
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