name?â
âDave Reynolds.â
âDave the Fave?â
âYou know him?â
âYeah, he trains at the same gym Sonny does when heâs in New York.â
âSo what do you think?â
âSure, but Sonnyâs managerâs in New York. Alfred Brooks. He should be here.â
Richie nodded. âThe champ likes you boys a lot. We can get the hotel to comp some more rooms, but youâll have to cover the plane flights. We can front the dough off your purse.â
I fell back in the car, letting the coffee slop on my pants. Just like that, Iâd made Sonnyâs big-time match. His breakthrough.
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That morning John L. zigged when he should have zagged, and Sonny smacked him in the face. It wasnât a hard shot, a slow right cross, and John L. shook it off, but from the look on Richieâs face youâd have thought Sonny dropped a lead pipe on John L.âs head. Something must really be wrong with Solomon.
John L. invited us to dinner again that night, but this time it was just the four of us. Sonny brought him the medicine pillow. You could see how pleased John L. was by the gift; he kept touching it.
He was very relaxed that night, talkative. âTomahawk KidâI like that. When I was startingout, I had a manager, dead now, called me the Maccabee Kid. You ever hear about the Maccabees?â
We didnât even get a chance to shake our heads.
âTough Jews, the Maccabees. They whipped the Syriansâthey were some kind of fighters.â He was squeezing the pillow in his big freckly hands. âWhen Papa Maccabee died, the oldest boy, Judah, took over, and when he got killed, his brother Jonathan took over, and then Simon. I loved that story. I never had brothers. Wouldâve liked that, a kid brother. A son.â He was looking at Sonny. âI might have a son someday.
âYou always hear about Jews being People of the Book, but weâve always been fighters, had to be to survive. Like Indians. I mean, whatâs a ghetto, just an Italian word for reservation, right? Jewish kids grow up, they hear about the Holocaust, about getting knocked around, they should also hear about Benny Leonard, Barney Ross, all the great Jewish boxing champsâ¦.â
âRelax, champ,â said Richie, âdonât get allâ¦â
âWhatcha got if you donât got history, right, Sonny?â
Sonny surprised me. âMoscondaga once had a secret society of warriors, the Running Braves. They stood up to the government when it tried to wipe out our language, our cultureâ¦.â
âSame story. The Maccabees rose up when the Syrians wanted us to worship Greek gods.â John L.âs face was bright red.
âYou ought to call yourself something like that,â said Richie. âRunning Brave or Chiefâ¦â
âThatâs sacred stuff,â said John L. âBe like me calling myself the Fighting Rabbi.â
Richie rolled his eyes at me, but Sonny and John L. exchanged glances; they were really getting to understand each other. I felt good for Sonny, but a little cut out.
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Richie arranged for us to borrow one of the white double-stretch limos the hotel used to pick up their big gamblers. It had a bar, a phone, a fax and a TV with a VCR. Sonny and I waited in the back while the driver met Jake and Alfred in the terminal. Their eyes bugged when they saw the limo. Sonny and I were laughing so hard we didnât see Robinuntil she climbed in.
âYou?â I sputtered like a geek.
She gave me the eyebrows. âHey, you wouldnât be here in the first place if I hadnât come up with the idea.â
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A T SIX OâCLOCK IN the evening it was still so hot in the parking lot outside the Oasis that it hurt to breathe. In the ring, under the TV lights and the canvas top, it must have been more than a hundred degrees. Richie knew what he was doing, making Sonny run in the heat. I hoped it would cool
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