Who's heavyweight champ?
Dunno. Muhammad Ali. Aren't the Celts on TV?
O.K., a hint: not Spinks.
Not which Spinks? There was Leon and there was Michael. How about Women's Full Contact Pro Beach Volleyball?
No, look. There's a war; the sentry asks you a question to prove you're American. Who's heavyweight champ?
Right. I got it, Mark Tyson.
It's Mike, and no. Bang, you're dead.
Nah, it's boxing that's dead, has been since Primo Carnera retired. It's a sham and a shuck, lacking the je ne sais quoi of monster-truck racing and the visual appeal of a carton of eggs falling...
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