"I could see the sweat droplets fly off Mike Quarry's body," began New York Post Sports-writer Sheila Moran's story, in suitably gee-whiz fashion, as she became the first woman to cover a boxing match from ringside in the state of New York. The breakthrough was the result of a ruling by State Athletic Commissioner Ed Dooley permitting distaff reporters to occupy the previously all-male ringside press spots. "You're so close," marveled Miss Moran, "that if you lean in just a little, your chin can rest against the raised canvas arena."
It must be getting near Indy 500 time again. Those weird shapes are starting to roll out of the garages. The latest is this creation by British designer Maurice Phillippe, featuring stubby winglets jutting from each side of the driver's compartment, occupied here by Al Unser, last year's winner. Six of the vehicles will be made for Indy, intended as No. 1 and backup cars for Unser, Mario Andretti and Joe Leonard, all driving for the Parnelli Jones Vel Miletich team. The wings are supposed to give the car added stability, but to the un practiced eye they seem designed chiefly to provide two new surfaces to paint advertising on.
Let's hope things are good in the lumber business this year. Aaron Jones, a Eugene, Ore. lumberman, went to the auction of the late George D. Widener's thoroughbred stable at Hialeah last week and ponied up $410,000 for the 3-year-old filly Bendara. The price equaled the highest figure ever for a thoroughbred at the Hialeah Sales Pavilion—paid two days earlier by F. Eugene Dixon, a nephew of Widener, for another of his uncle's horses, Treat Me Fair, a half sister to Bendara.
Those mutterings aboard the Italian luxury liner Michelangelo have nothing to do with mutiny. The crew's soccer team is simply miffed over the fact that it won only second place in the 1971 Atlantic Cup Football League despite rolling undefeated over the likes of Bremen, Atlantis and Homeric. The league, made up of teams from 23 liners that put in to New York, is sponsored by the YMCA Seamen's House in Manhattan. Michelangelo's total of games played (five) was not enough to overcome the point lead piled up by the liner Victoria, which was 6-1-1. In accepting second place, Captain Carlo Kirn, master of Michelangelo, and the team captain, Vincent Speranza, said only that they hoped to get at Victoria soon. "We keep trying for a match," lamented Speranza, "but they always find an excuse." Ships that pass in the night, eh, Vincent?
The costume and setting may have been strange, but the waistline was familiar. Sure enough, it was Sonny Jurgensen, the Washington Redskin quarter back, out there in tennis togs, playing an exhibition match in Washington with Vice-President Spiro Agnew, U.N. Ambassador George H. Bush and Budget Chief George P. Schultz. The Jurgensen-Schultz partnership took the measure of Agnew and Bush 7-6, and even if the workout did little for Jurgensen's portly profile, the Vincent Lombardi Cancer Research Center benefited from the gate receipts.
If they write a musical about baseball spring training, they'll have to call it Son of Hair. Locks fell like September batting averages from Florida to Palm Springs this month as longtressed players came under the stern eyes of their managers. In the case of the Dodgers' Maury Wills, however, the clip job was purely voluntary. No manager would ask that much.
After beating the Blues 5-1 the other night in St. Louis the Montreal Canadiens made their sleepy ways back to the Hilton Inn near the airport. While some of the players lingered in the lobby, Coach Scotty Bowman went up to his room. When a fire broke out in a nearby suite, smoke chased Bowman out onto a narrow ledge, whence a human chain of Canadien players tried unsuccessfully to rescue him. Serge Savard, who put his foot through a sliding glass door in the attempt, needed 18 stitches. Bowman finally made it down a ladder. But for two other Canadiens it was profiles in courage. Jean-Claude Tremblay, a volunteer fireman in Montreal when he is not playing hockey, pulled off a hat trick by rescuing three hotel patrons with some nifty maneuvers with ladder and pickax. And Guy Lapointe rescued one of the firemen who arrived to extinguish the blaze.
Ever buy a magazine subscription to help a boy through college? Well, you could save your money in the case of Dick Walsh, former general manager of the California Angels, who was fired last season after the club fell apart and into fourth place. Walsh, who was in the third year of a seven-year contract calling for an estimated $50,000 annual salary, decided that since he had no better prospects, he might as well further his education. He enrolled this semester at Fuller-ton Junior College as a liberal arts major, and by the time the $50,000 salary runs out, he ought to have his bachelor's degree and a line on some $10,000-a-year job.