I'm getting me a hat and cigar.
Without a doubt one of the greatest boxing writers of all times... no, scratch that, one of the best American sportswriters absolutely has to be Bert Randoph Sugar. And he's is completely is own character. Never without a wide-brimmed hat and big, fat cigar wedged into his left hand. I can watch Bert talk about boxing for hours without losing interest. He tells stories like nobody else.
"After a fusillade of rights, the lanky Hearns, in his best imitation of an accordion, gently folded through the ropes."
"You sensed that when Sonny Liston spat out his mouthpiece he was spitting out the rotten, bitter fruits of a success that was really just one more disguised failure in the life of this unlucky man."
Someday me write pretty like that.