There was no training table in the dingy dressing room, and so the aging (30), beaten fighter had to lie across three wooden folding chairs. He had a bloodstained towel around his head, and he pressed an ice bag against a puffing eye. Except for a short-lived moment four years ago when some thought he had the stuff to go somewhere, Heavyweight Bob Baker, a huge, long-muscled young man from Pittsburgh, had been nothing but a ham-and-egg fighter. Last week, whipped by flashy Eddie Machen, 25, Baker realized that after 59 pro bouts, his pantry was empty.
"I know when I'm through."...
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