Actress Looks For Soap In East River Plunge
People in New York are all abuzz about the amazing odyssey of Julie Ridge. Ridge, a professional actress, is swimming around Manhattan — 28 miles up and down the Hudson and East Rivers — once a day for six days.
On the seventh day she shall rest.
The event is billed as a “sports spectacular.” But I don’t know. I figure if God meant for woman to swim 28 miles he would have given her fins, or at least put some sharks behind her.
Besides, as most New Yorkers can tell you, the East River is not something you just go diving into.
A Man’S Career Crashes, But No One’S There To Hear
Tiny flakes of dead skin fell into David Braxton’s left eye. “Blink,” said the doctor.
Braxton blinked.
The flesh around his brow was swollen, and stitches dotted his eyelid like
black ants. The doctor guessed there were 14 sewn into the outer lid, more inside.
“OK, here we go,” he said, and steadying the scissors, he began, one at a time, to snip the threads of the wound.
Braxton is a boxer.
He lost.
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CLEVELAND — “Hello, Acme Baseball Inc.? This here’s Mr. Anderson. Sparky Anderson, account number DT468.”Lemme speak to somebody in charge.”Yeah. Hello? Listen, I think you guys got things a little mixed up with my order. Page 26 of the...
Lions Get Lomas Brown — And He Got The Jackpot
This is a day in the life of Lomas Brown, a day he woke up in Florida, went to bed in Detroit, and hit the mother lode somewhere in between.
I am now a pro. I am now a . . . millionaire.
It began with a telephone call Friday morning. “Looks good,” said his agent, who had been trying to negotiate a deal for weeks. “Be prepared to go.”
ARM MAY HAVE LOST ZING, BUT IT MAY HAVE ENOUGH
Buying a used quarterback is a little different than, say, buying a used Chevy Impala. But not much. You still want to know if the thing can go 100 yards without blowing up.Which is why, on paper anyhow, 35-year-old Joe Ferguson looks like a pretty good deal.No dents....
BASEBALL’S NECK IS SAVED — FOR ANOTHER STRETCH
Baseball was on death row. It took a drag on its last cigaret.”Tough break, kid,” said an inmate. “To a better life,” said another. One by one they came by for the farewell handshake. Baseball forced a smile. For nine months it had waited for a...
NOW THE GAME IS GONE, AND FANS NEVER FLINCHED
Pffffft! Thar she blows.This one went off with all the zing of a wet firecracker. Oh, they made a last ditch effort, the players and the owners. But in the end, both sides in this baseball strike sat like mounds of sand, watching the tide of a deadline wash over and...
IN A SOUR SEASON, ECHOES CONTINUE: ‘LOU . . . LOU’
In these trying times, when the clouds of a strike loom thick and dark, and the Tigers’ pennant hopes seem pinned to the rear of a runaway Greyhound bus, let us, for a moment, recall four simple words that remind every Detroit baseball fan of his good...
Give me a Sporting Chance, and I’ll Give it Right Back
Let’s start with an old joke. On a plane trip home after a football game, Buck Buchanan, a massive lineman for the Kansas City Chiefs, was sitting next to a sports writer. Buck had the aisle seat. The sports writer was by the window. Dinner came, and they ate....Stay Connected
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