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...professional boxing. "Football was always my third favorite sport," he says. "Basketball is two. Boxing is No. 1." At 28, Jones certainly has a No. 1 physique: he weighs 248 Ibs., has an 88-in. reach (9 ½ in. longer than Muhammad Ali's) and a 15-in. fist (as big as Sonny Liston's). To prepare for his ring debut in November, Jones goes to a Manhattan gym daily to spar four rounds and punch a 150-lb. bag for another six. He then shadowboxes, works out with his trainer and does calisthenics before finishing up with...
...those of us who believe Carter is a reasonable, honest, intelligent man, with or without the impressive fist clenching, his method was acceptable. To those earnest members of the blame-Carter-for-everything club, nothing he does is acceptable...
...positively to increase it, being itself a source of this very thing." As for modern art: "A Picasso, after a lifetime's practice arrives at the style of the cave drawings in the Pyrenees." Progress, for Muggeridge, is arrogant optimism, a shaking of man's tiny fist at God, and its furtherance requires "the final discrediting of the gospel of Christ...
...Carter earned good reviews for his newly assertive style of delivery. He was helped here by coaching from Image-Maker Gerald Rafshoon. Before Carter's Sunday night speech, he went to Rafshoon's quarters in the Executive Office Building to learn how to move his arms and clench his fist to show forcefulness. After the lesson, Carter ran through the speech and watched a videotaped replay, then practiced again, until he and Rafshoon were satisfied...
...recently ordered an end to round-the-clock police protection for Michael Bilandic, his wife and their eight-month-old son, showed up at a block party in the Bilandic's Bridgeport neighborhood. Spotting her honor, whom Bilandic accuses of vindictiveness, Heather Bilandic rushed up to shake a fist in Byrne's face and scream "How dare you do this! What are you trying to do to my baby!" Byrne bristled, bit a normally sharp lip and moved away...