Riding a ton of hell-roaring iron, fighting a crazy wheel for the inches that add up to a two-mile-a-minute finish, no man can afford to remember yesterday’s terror — if he wants to see today’s checkered...
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Bad blood and gas don’t mix the thunder stretch — the stretch where the hellions of the deadly oval meet to drive their bargain for glory — or...
When he played with them, the Saints weren't a team. They were eight men and a catcher, looking for miracles to...
It’s a good class — the light-heavy. It’s seen fighters like Bob the Fitz, Tunney, Greb, Siki and Slapsey Maxie. But never before one like Junior...
Jimmie Ratchelder wasn’t out merely to win this tournament. His main purpose was to see that Tommy Suragachi lost, and his reason wasn't the most...
This is the story not of a hero but of a heel. As such, it’s a bit out of line for an Adventure yarn, where the main character usually turns out to be a pretty good joe, at least in the end. Maybe we should label it an off-the-trail story, a...
For the first and last time, he was up there on the lightning green, where some have a prayer — some have a putt — and some, unbelieving, snatch greatness from another man’s...
Hunting strange game in his underwater jungle, Pierson knew the terrible odds against himself — and ignored...
A has-been with a prayer... a fresh kid with a birdie... and magic on the eighteenth — the green where champions are...
When the season died out to just one more down — one more play — ten guys put their chips on a back field clown who won with a grin, lost with a laugh — and fought for eleven men’s...