The legs that earned $15,000 a week tap-tapping across a nightclub stage were rubbery now, and the speed was gone from the fists that won 153 fights and six world championships. In Philadelphia's Convention Hall last week, Sugar Ray Robinson, 43, meekly absorbed the taunts of beetle-browed Middleweight Joey Giardello, 32. "Boy, are you getting old," gibed Giardello. "Hah!" he laughed, when Robinson threw a pawing punch. "I was waitin' for that one, Ray."
For seven rounds, Giardello pecked at the face that Robinson once promised "ain't nobody gonna muss this up." Robinson covered up and clinched. A left hook...
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