Jimmy Ellis looked beautiful as he bounded into the ring resplendent in a gold satin robe with sparkling lapels. He pranced. He danced. And, while 18,079 fight fans in Madison Square Garden roared in anticipation, he tauntingly aimed a flurry of punches at Joe Frazier standing across the ring. Twelve minutes and four rounds later, Ellis looked awful. Eyes glazed and face puffed, he sat in his corner while Manager Angelo Dundee sponged his forehead and asked him questions. No response. Then Dundee pinched Ellis, pounded his knees and shoved ice down his...
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