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by Dave Iamele
You can say that again.
Einstein couldn't have invented him.
Perpetual motion is impossible,
but Aaron Pryor who was no scientist
didn't know that.
Crazy, yes. Scary? A little bit.
He could do a back flip at the
wrong end of a straight right,
roll over, land on his feet and
throw a few hundred punches before
coming up for air.
He missed half of them, but oh
God, the ones he landed. Remember
Arguello? Remember Blackmore?
The great Columbian Antonio Cervantes
became an old man the night he lost
his title to Pryor.
Right then I said to myself, "Smario,
this guy is incredible." I won five
straight games of pool against my
friend, Thomsen, at the Oak Grove
Tavern while I watched the fight
on television. It didn't matter
that Pryor won, I would have whipped