The conference was over. Quinn, in the background, beamed. The three Texas money men looked at Molly in delighted wonder. This delicious blonde had the brain of an IBM...
“You’re back in the bushes, kid, with one of your spikes in a rookie’s grave and one still touching a big league rubber. You can go back either way — but one is called a...
Every ring champ knows the time when he’s too slow, too tired — too old to win. For those who can’t quit, there’s only one thing to do — lean into the storm of red leather and keep on trying...