CASINO MAGIC
@BigDaddyBunce
Voice of boxing
THE big men gathered in a surly mix, sitting at the poker machines that lined the bar and telling stories of their fights in Sing Sing, Angola, San Quentin, York Hall and the MGM in Las Vegas.
In a corner of the bar, safe from any danger, I sat wedged in a booth with my newspaper colleague, Jonathan Rendall. There was, trust me, real danger in the air. A meeting had been called for about 20 boxers, their trainers, agents, managers, wingmen, gunmen, dealers, dopers and other no-hopers. It really was a bar of no return. The barman had an alligator eye patch.
One of the
