Funny sportswriter tales, Araton meets McEnroe

In Jack Dempsey's outstanding bio by Roger Kahn "A Flame of Pure Fire", it described one of his training camps with all the boxing writers there covering the daily happenings and at night the writers would play cards and booze up and inevitably start to argue and debate boxing issues to the point that they would eventually engage in fistfights among themselves. True story! Those were the days...

 

UFC has got to be the most violent dangerous sport on earth. UFC to boxing is like Chess to checkers.

 

I'd say more like barroom brawl to checkers.

 

Conor McGregor choked me out and I felt funny the rest of the day. Like, it's not like you wake up and feel fine. I could still feel his arm on my neck when I went to bed that night. It's a really strange feeling, having been that possessed by another human being.

 

I'd rather face Isner's serve than McEnroe's in his prime. The lefty bullshit is too much for me.

 

Look, a girl!

 

Except McEnroe's would just be unreachable, not painful. Isner's coming at you is going to leave a mark.

 

Pete Sampras once served one that went THROUGH the strings on Patrick Rafter's Prince racquet. Clear THROUGH. Don't believe it? It's on You Tube.

 

Seems plausible if the things are about to break anyway.

 

My neighbor broke the webbing of my mitt with a throw once.

 

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