"I was in some kind of a weird trance," Fireball said later, pocketing a $9,700 check for winning. "I thought I had a flat tire, and I thought I was going about 25 miles an hour. But when I got in the pit I came to and realized I was really moving along. So what the heck, I said to myself. I just kept on going out the other end and hare I am."
DEATH OF THE WILD BULL
Luis Angel Firpo is dead at 65. A successful rancher who died a millionaire, he created one of the unforgettable moments of sports (shown here in George Bellows' lithograph) when he punched Jack Dempsey out of the ring. Jack came back to knock Firpo out, but Luis, the Wild Bull of the Pampas, became famous forever.
SOCCER CATCHES ON
Three minutes after the opening of the International Soccer League championship in New York last week, Valter Santos, playing for the Bangu team of Brazil, streaked toward the Scottish goal. Suddenly he wheeled, one arm in the air, like a man taking a spill on a bicycle. At that exact instant the ball was passed to him. In perfect time, he kicked with his right foot, and the bright new yellow ball sped a few inches off the grass toward the goal 15 yards away. Kilmarnock Goalie Jimmy Brown was in the act of pivoting to meet this new threat when the ball shot between his legs for a score. Some 25,000 enraptured fans at the Polo Grounds let out the sort of roar that used to be heard when Willie Mays was there.
The International Soccer League was launched this year to give Americans their first look at big-time soc-car. It was meant to include eight European teams and two from the U.S. But the difficulty in raising two first-rate American teams led to Bangu's last-minute invitation. It must be accounted one of the luckiest second choices in sport. Attendance in the first half of the 30-game season (Kilmarnock won that division) fell as low as 1,700 and averaged but 7,000 per game. Bill Cox, the organizer, had figured 8,000 would be necessary to survive. In the second half, with Bangu's crowd-pleasers neck and neck with a tough Yugoslavian team, crowds jumped as high as 20,000, and the playoff with Kilmarnock, which Bangu won 2-0, topped that by 5,000.
What the crowd saw in that final game was a matchless display of Brazilian teamwork and speed pitted against a heavier, slower, but relentless Scottish 11—as good soccer as could be seen anywhere. More importantly, average attendance soared to 12,000 for the season, and Promoter Cox happily predicted soccer is here to stay.
SENT TO THE SHOWROOM
"For Sale:" said the ad in the Cambridge (Md.) Banner, "Complete umpire's paraphernalia. I have had it." The man who placed the ad was Pete Russ, and after 20 years of umpiring, Little League baseball had done him in. "I sell automobiles now," he said, "and if you make the parents mad, you lose sales."
If you don't get a nibble next time you go fishing, blame it on the fish's sense of smell. Harold Elser, a state of Maryland biologist, says your hands may be leaving an offensive odor (for fish—and isn't that a switch) on the bait.
Elser himself sniffed out his theory while observing University of Wisconsin experiments which indicated that fish can indeed discriminate among odors.