Portrait of the Fighter as a Young Man Page #2

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Let me get this straight.

You guys are working in the same corner

as Micky, together, right?

Yeah. Yeah, they're both in my corner,

and this is what goes on.

OK.

Don't you have

a job to go to or something?

Really, O'Keefe has a job

that he should be at.

Yeah, Sergeant

O'Keefe's working overtime here.

So we got Saoul Mamby,

Jewish, black, former world champ.

I think we got all the bases covered.

And my kid brother,

he's lost three fights in a row.

You know, he can't get used

to losing. It's a mental thing.

But we're gonna break

that with Mamby, right?

Yeah, I hope, if we can train...

We can train, right. Enough of you

wasting time, Mick. You know?

- Wasting time?

- Half the f***in' day's gone!

- We got work to do.

- Yeah, half the day's gone,

- and I been waiting here for you.

- You wanna win?

Jab, two, three, four.

Left, right, punch right. Jab...

And again! One, two, three, four...

One, two, three, four, five...

Jab, jab...

There you go! There you go!

Come on, move!

Might as well drop the weight,

we're gonna out-box Mamby.

- Take it out on the mitts.

- Head, body, head.

That's your f***in' combo.

Head, body, head.

Head, body, head, body.

My Dicky taught him that.

You know,

Sugar Ray's gonna be there,

calling the fight for ESPN.

I ain't seen him

since I knocked him down.

Like 14 years ago or somethin'. Right?

Hook!

Let's get

a real sparring going on here.

Don't wanna embarrass yourself.

Don't wanna embarrass yourself

in front of Sugar Ray, do you, Mick?

- You got him...

- Come on. Head, body, head!

F***.

- F***in' yeah. That's your punch, Mick.

- Oh, my God.

That's your punch.

That's your liver punch.

It shuts the whole f***in' body down.

George's fingers are so f***in' fat,

he can't even dial the phone!

Hey, right there, Tar!

That's not helping, George!

- Hold on. Wait a minute. I'm confused.

- What?

- Yeah, I'm confused, too.

- We're confused.

- George is whose father?

- You're confused?

- Dick Eklund Sr. Is Dicky's...

- Donna's, Gail's and Phyllis's father.

- Is Dick Eklund.

- Yeah.

And even though Alice is an Eklund,

so is Cindy and Cathy,

- George is really their...

- And Micky...

- No. Micky and I are...

- Sherri Ward.

- We're Wards.

- The Wards.

It's not the way it sounds. Dick Eklund

and I were separated, right?

And then there was George,

just George. George is my man.

- Georgie's our poppa.

- After Dick, it was just George.

Charlene! Charlene!

Hey, Charlene!

- We're doing shots with Charlene!

- Yeah, you get over here.

- Come on! Come over here.

- Come on, drink yours.

On the count of three... Three!

Good job, fellas.

Oh, hey, one more time.

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