gotta help me," says Eddie Mack. "Send me up a heavyweight. Anybody.
good an opponent you got?" asks Sam.
"Just a guy.
Not bad, a banger. Can't take a punch and got no heart."
right," says Sam. "I got a great-looking kid. Jewish. Weighs 200 after
training today and he's ready. Fourteen straight knockouts."
Silence on the
Boston end of the line. You must understand that in the 1930s having a Jewish
heavyweight with 14 straight knockouts was like having an annuity for life.
There were a million guys ready to fight, but very few white, Jewish
heavyweights. Finally, Eddie regains his voice. "Sam, your kid with the 14
knockouts. Why would you send me this kid? What do you want, a mortgage on my
gym for this kid?"
hundred and expenses."
"You got it.
And, Sam, I promise I won't get your kid hurt. Put him on the train. I'll
personally meet the train. And, Sam, I'll add a few bucks in
There is a
sellout crowd for the fight; word has gone out through Beantown that a great
young Jewish heavy with 14 straight knockouts is going to fight Battling
Bummer. And sure enough, the first round is all action and the young kid is
killing his opponent. The second round starts with more of the same when the
embattled Bummer swings from the floor and catches the Jewish heavyweight on
the jaw. Down he goes. And slowly the crowd falls silent as the count goes to
10 and there is no sign of life from the fallen warrior.
Next day a
crestfallen Eddie Mack calls Sam Aaronson. "I sent the money down with the
kid," he says.
So how did the fight go?"