Sport: We Wuz Robbed

Along Manhattan's Jacobs Beach—a babbling little strip of sidewalk outside Boxing Tsar Mike Jacobs' 49th Street ticket office—there was gloom one day last week. Promoters, matchmakers, managers, trainers, seconds and the miscellaneous collection of has-beens and hangers-on who make a daily appearance at pugilism's trading post, shook their heads, dumfounded. For "Yussel the Muscle." their most picturesque colleague, and only 43 years old. had died of a heart attack the night before.

"Yussel the Muscle" was Joe Jacobs, no kin to Mike. He was not only the most colorful but the smartest manager...

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