Sport: Berlenbach vs. McTigue

At midnight, in the middle of a baseball lot on the outskirts of Manhattan, stood a squat man in a blue suit. He lifted up his face toward the dark cave of a stadium risen out of a cigaret smoke, peopled with 40,000 ghouls. Enormous lights concentrated their white, sterile fire upon his stubby head. On each side of him, in the opposite corners of a roped square, sat a boxer. On his right was a young German, whose heavy, amazed face protruded from the folds of a bathrobe that concealed a torso...

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