said Jim. "The
food was all gone."
Joe jumped to his feet. "How are you going to fight with an
empty stomach?" he shouted. He ran from the room and appeared
a few minutes later with a bowl of thick meat soup in his hand.
"Eat fast," he said.
"Where's the spoon?" asked Jim. He began to put one hand
into the bowl.
"Stop!" cried Joe. "I don't have time to tape your hands again.
I'll find a spoon!"
Joe rushed out again, but Jim couldn't wait. He pushed his face
into the bowl and began eating. He didn't notice the changing
room door opening.
"I don't believe it! Am I seeing a ghost?" said a voice. Jim
looked up, with food on his chin. A young man at the door was
giving Jim an unpleasant smile. "Isn't that James J. Braddock?
When I saw the name, I thought it must be a different guy." The
man stepped into the room and took out a reporter's notebook.
"How's your right hand now, Jim?"
Jim's eyes narrowed as he recognized the reporter. He said the
man's name: "Sporty Lewis."
Jim remembered what Lewis had written about his fight with
Tommy Loughran. He repeated the reporter's words to himself:
"Loughran destroyed the unskilled New Jersey fighter. The fight
was a funeral with the body still breathing."
Lewis saw the look in Jim's eyes and stopped smiling. "I don't
fight the fights, Braddock. I just write about them."
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Jim stepped up to Sporty, toe to toe and eye to eye. "Save that
garbage for your readers," he said.
Suddenly, the door opened and an official pointed at Jim. "It's
time," he said.
Jim left the room, keeping his eyes on Sporty Lewis's. Sporty
stared after him, pale and shaken.
"That guy," he said to the official. "What a loser!"
Minutes later, Sporty was back in his seat by the side of the
boxing ring. A young reporter next to him asked, "Who's Jim
Braddock
said Jim. "Thefood was all gone."Joe jumped to his feet. "How are you going to fight with anempty stomach?" he shouted. He ran from the room and appeareda few minutes later with a bowl of thick meat soup in his hand."Eat fast," he said."Where's the spoon?" asked Jim. He began to put one handinto the bowl."Stop!" cried Joe. "I don't have time to tape your hands again.I'll find a spoon!"Joe rushed out again, but Jim couldn't wait. He pushed his faceinto the bowl and began eating. He didn't notice the changingroom door opening."I don't believe it! Am I seeing a ghost?" said a voice. Jimlooked up, with food on his chin. A young man at the door wasgiving Jim an unpleasant smile. "Isn't that James J. Braddock?When I saw the name, I thought it must be a different guy." Theman stepped into the room and took out a reporter's notebook."How's your right hand now, Jim?"Jim's eyes narrowed as he recognized the reporter. He said theman's name: "Sporty Lewis."Jim remembered what Lewis had written about his fight withTommy Loughran. He repeated the reporter's words to himself:"Loughran destroyed the unskilled New Jersey fighter. The fightwas a funeral with the body still breathing."Lewis saw the look in Jim's eyes and stopped smiling. "I don'tfight the fights, Braddock. I just write about them."32Jim stepped up to Sporty, toe to toe and eye to eye. "Save thatgarbage for your readers," he said.Suddenly, the door opened and an official pointed at Jim. "It'stime," he said.Jim left the room, keeping his eyes on Sporty Lewis's. Sportystared after him, pale and shaken."That guy," he said to the official. "What a loser!"Minutes later, Sporty was back in his seat by the side of theboxing ring. A young reporter next to him asked, "Who's JimBraddock
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