People were always whispering things to Rocky Graziano, a reform-school graduate who fought like fury in the ring.
At Manhattan's sleazy Stillman's Gym, where he trained, a place full of the smell of dust, sweat and arnica, characters paid 50ยข to get in and crowd around. When Rocky, the biggest crowd-puller outside of Joe Louis, swigged water between rounds and aimed a spout at a funnel in the corner of the ring, they didn't mind being splashed. When Rocky elbowed his way through the mob to work on the small punching bag, the hangers-on tried to borrow five or ten, or find...
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