Play It to the Bone Page #4

He always criesthe day of a fight.

Oh ! Huh.

He's fine.

So what happened to himin the Garden?

Well, that's up for himto tell ya.

But, uh, I don't thinkhe wants to talk about it.

I don't knowif I can fight him.

You know, I'm afraid I'm gonna freeze upand pull my punches. You know?

We're tight. It's like--

Uh, the worst thing you wannafeel in the ring is compassion.

Vince, all you needis the bell.

Aah, it feelsunnatural.

Let's go.

Come on.

We've drawn up new contractson Boudreau and Dominguez.

Wanna check them out?

Uh, you sure you want to guaranteea middleweight title shotto one of these bums?

I promised 'em,if that means anything.

Well, we figured ! So, uh,we drew up two sets of papers.

One of'em uses languagewe can get out of if we wanna.

The other one also has languagewe can get out of if we want,but, uh, it's less obvious.

We figure they'll reject oneand accept the other.

- They're happy. We're happy.- Fine.

Hank, get our name fighters...

some legal.

Dante, is your licensestill good?

- Uh, it was recently reinstated.- Good.

You are now the attorney forVince Boudreau and Cesar Dominguez.

Well, uh, what's my fee?

We don't report you to thestate bar for jury tampering,

extortion, paying offstate senators,

sexual harassment,land fraud--

- Fair enough, fair enough.- That's a good deal.

I'll be more than happy to representthese two fine young men.

So when did thisJesus thing start?

Aw, you know,I was raised religious.

Sunday school, Bible study,guilt, the whole bit.

It didn't take long to realize that, uh,church was misrepresentin'Jesus,

'cause Jesus was all aboutnot judging...

and they were judgingeverybody.

So as soon as I figured outthat the church was a bunchof hypocrites, I, uh--

I started focusingon having fun.

So, you know,I partied, had--

had a couple girls,had a couple wrecks.

- A couple?- Well, a couple dozen.

I was wild.This was around the time I met you.

Yeah.

We had a good run of it,didn't we?

We were pretty crazy.

Yeah. Uh, well,right after you left me,

I, uh, ran into a treegoing 75.

I was so wasted I don't remembera thing till I was layin' on my back...

in a poolof blood and gasoline...

with the carrestin' on my head.

And I figured it's my time.But then I look up, and who do I see?

Jesus. And He's unmistakable.Right?

And He's-- He's lookin' downon me, and He's smilin'...

like everything's okay.

And then He lifted the caroff my head.

- Yeah.- Wow.

It was. You know,I see Him from time to time.

What's He look like?

Uh, just like in the pictures.Same deal.

Well, if you see Him sometime,would you point Him out to me?

Oh, yeah. Sure.Huh.

You believe in that, don't you?The whole battle between good and evil.

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