A right. A left. Another right. The Bad Guy was giving Tony Curtis his lumps in a TV rerun of a forgettable flick called Flesh and Fury. Anybody could see that it was not over yet: Tony's curls were still neatly combed. Bravely, he rose from the floor to smite his opponent a mighty clout on the mandible and cheers rang through the Los Angeles Dodgers' clubhouse at Chavez Ravine.
"Stick it in his ear!" shouted Pitcher Johnny Podres.
"Uppercut! Uppercut!" cried Catcher John Roseboro.
"Yeah! Yeah!" screamed the Dodgers in unison as Tony floored his man.
This just had to be...
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