WHITE THUNDER ROPE A DOPE
By
ALBERT THOMAS BYRD
This is
an exciting and revealing story of an amateur boxer and his emotional journey
to becoming a professional prizefighter.
A protégé filled with blind racial hate, which slowly evolves into love
as his miracle-worker trainer skillfully grooms him physically and
psychologically for a new life and its opportunities. The author carefully treads the tight rope between bigotry and
understanding in this outstanding example of emancipation through knowledge. This is a powerful story. "It's great!"
About The Author
Albert
Thomas Byrd is an exceptional writer. He displays a level of craftsmanship and
psychological insight seldom seen in today's literary scramble for fame. An author whose, "tough realism and
hypnotic prose leaves the reader eager for more." This is a superb novel from an extraordinary
talent.
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WHITE
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Rope A Dope
By
ALBERT
THOMAS BYRD
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e-Book
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By
ALBERT THOMAS BYRD
Albert Thomas Byrd was born on February 11th, in a house, 2121 west Bolton Street, Philadelphia, Pa. Raised with twelve other siblings. I was the seventh child my mother had. God blessed me with talent, I remember singing and telling jokes before I started school. My siblings and I had more love to share then we had food; many neighbors would visit our house just for the joy of it. I was happy most of the time, especially when Sundays came around so I would have a larger audience to entertain at church. My biggest mistake in life was neglecting my education because I knew at an early age what I wanted to be as an adult, an entertainer.
I was singing with professional entertainers before my teenage years. Performing two weeks on stage opening for a young B.B. King at a club named Tipping Inn, my group was also an opening act for such stars as Ray Charles, Screaming Jay Hawkins Etc. Plus, I was always in presence of the most famous Gospel singers around, Clara Ward and the Ward singers and the Davis Sisters. Philadelphia was on fire with great talent during my up coming. The Dixie Humming Birds, Ernest James and the Nightingales, but most of all the person who took me under his wings was Bill Murray who lead the Vocal-Lair’s, my young group became the Vocal-Lairs Jr. If I took time out to name all of the famous people I met while performing like Gary U.S Bonds, it would take up a whole new story. My closest friend, Garnett Mims from the Enchanters, recorded ‘Cry Baby’, Jimmy Ellis from the Tramps, was the lead voice on the ‘Disco Inferno’ recording.
I missed a lot of opportunities by getting married much to early in my life, at the tender age of eighteen. I wanted to be just like my dad and raise a family. That wasn’t my calling, so I lost my early adult years as an entertainer by trying to be a family man. Well, since I am still living I’ll just transfer my talent into writing stories. Now here is a chance for you to enjoy my blessings by reading this book, my story come from the same Spiritual inspirational gift I’ve had for years. A humorous way of life I am living now, it is very good for my soul, trust me. Read on and enjoy yourself.
By
ALBERT THOMAS BYRD
Before I write another word I’D like to honor God, and thank him for giving me a gift of creating stories. I dedicate this one to every person who is starving in our second and third world countries, plus the rest of the world. After watching a documentary about the famine in Africa, I thought of how blessed our American hungry people really are, being able to find food in a trashcan. Maybe go to a church or wait for one of the soup kitchens to open. The people I saw on television were much too hungry to hate, too weak to fight, and had no one to beg because everyone there was starving. They were so humble and just waiting to die. Now I know how much the world is in need of change. I remember listening to that documentary and hearing one dying man say, “I’m just waiting on the Lord, it’s in his hands now, I know I’m going to a batter place.” The words were translated in English but as soon as I read what he was saying, my first thought was, ‘we need to change the way we look at others who are less fortunate than our self.’
In my story I apply this change, when a person who thought he wanted to hate, found so much love when he came close enough to understand the people he thought he hated. I enjoyed this opportunity of writing a story about change because I’ve changed my outlook on people who are different from me. Now I look for good within any one regardless of where they are from. Love is what I have to give first, and maybe one day I’ll have more to give of myself then just the love. I laughed through out while writing this story, so why deprive your self of all the fun within. I made all dislikes of people by some into a comical situation, polished off specific bad words making them humorous, taking all ugliness out of a serious matter. Most of the fighting is done in a prizefighting ring. A comedy adventure is what we have, come on now it’s time to laugh.
By
ALBERT THOMAS BYRD
PREFACE
This adventure/ comedy is about a fight trainer name Leroy Hairston, who took a young man name Luke Hornsack from Arizona into his home and began to train him. Leroy was destined too lead his fighter to a heavyweight championship of the world, but Luke had a hidden pass he wanted to forget. Luke was a very gentle hearted person who tried to tell Leroy about his association with this hate group, but Leroy just out talked him. Plus, the timing of their meeting and advents that followed just didn’t permit Luke another chance for a conversation to redeem himself. His success as a fighter elevated so rapidly. After a few quick knockouts, Luke’s sparring partner named him White Thunder.
Fame came instantly for Luke and his childhood friends from his pass showed up at the Casino championship fight to claim him. Luke had a change of heart by this time and rejected them, unless they converted from hate to love like he did. Luke would not associate himself with hate any longer. He wanted to be champ of the world for all the people. After converting other members of this group from hate to love, the leaders feel his betrayal is a threat to their movement, so they hired a hit man to assassinate him during the rematch of his championship fight. Now Leroy and rest of his African-American training camp must find the killer before he strikes, but they can’t tell Luke of all the danger that surround him. I had fun just writing this story, I’m sure you will enjoy the humor of my mind. Turn the page and laugh with me, you’ll love it.
ALBERT THOMAS BYRD
CHAPTER ONE
Hi, my name is Alfonso Clifton, I’m Leroy Hairston’s best friend and I’ll be telling his story the way I saw it. We grew up in the same neighborhood so I know Leroy had many gifts of creativity, drawing, and singing, but his heart was set on becoming a prizefighting champion of the world. That was when we were just teenagers. I remember how he used to start fights with other neighborhood tough guys, he could beat the hell out of most of our peers in the nineteen seventies. Leroy had a way of getting in trouble, it was a normal thing with him until the day we walked into that gym. Afterwards falling in love with prizefighting he fell in love with a sweet girl across the street from his house name, Loretta Jones. How she changed Leroy’s life into a respectful humble gentleman. I was his right hand man, you know, the yes man, ‘Fonny go get me this, go get me that’ he would always say. I enjoyed every moment of it. Fonny is what everyone called me, the name is short for Alfonso, that is a nickname Leroy gave me. I thought Al was short for Alfonso but Leroy is a very unusual guy.
I admired Leroy Hairston because he was tough, and I wanted to be tough just like him. It wasn’t long before Leroy and Loretta were married and I was his best man, lucky him, she was the best girl in our whole neighborhood and of all people, Leroy won her over, now they are expecting their first child. One day Leroy went to a movie after work. This new boxing picture was showing and he never missed one, I was suppose to meet him at the theater but didn’t get there until the movie was over. Leroy carried all of his prizefighters gear with him in a duffle bag; his plan was to go train at the gym after seeing this picture show. A true athlete was Leroy he loved being in shape. I don’t believe Loretta was as high about his fighting as he was; she just went along with it to keep him happy.
When Leroy left the movie that day he waited for me a few minutes, I was late so he started walking toward the gym while shadow boxing. Leroy never waited more then a minute or two for anyone. Trouble seemed to be only four blocks away as a bank robbery was taking place. Coincidentally this robber put the money in a black duffle bag, just like the one Leroy had draped around his shoulder; they both were about the same height. Leroy was three blocks away from the theater when a police car drove up in front of him; the officer jumped out of his vehicle with gun drawn.
“Okay, drop the bag and put your hands up against the vehicle,” said this officer, “both of them!”
“For what?” Asked Leroy, “why are you stopping me, I haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Let me be the judge of that!” Replied the officer, “what’s in your bag, the money.”
“Money, what money, there’s no money in my bag,” answered Leroy, “I don’t know what you are talking about, you sound like a crazy police officer.”
“Ooh, a smart ass you are!” Responded this officer as he hit Leroy in back of his head, “crazy am I, we’ll see who is crazy when we get down to the police station, put your hands behind your back!”
“Hey man!” Yelled Leroy, “why did you hit me, what did I do?”
“Someone has just robbed a bank in this area,” said the officer, “the robber fit your description as well as your duffle bag.”
“Robbed a bank, my description is tall, brown, and handsome,” answered Leroy, “I haven’t seen anyone in this city who looks anything like me, if they did, they would be a lover, not a bank robber!”
“Oh, funny and arrogant at the same time,” responded this officer, “you even sound like a bank robber, can’t wait to question you while you’re sitting in my favorite chair, get in that car!”
The officer put Leroy in the back seat after cuffing him, and threw his duffle bag in the front seat to checkout what he thought was bank money.
“Hey man you have these handcuff’s on me much to tight,” said Leroy, “I am a prize fighter, they will bruise my wrist!”
“A prizefighter hum, well maybe you can get into a few fights while in jail,” stated the officer, “because that’s where you are going for robbing the bank.”
“Man I fight for a living, plus work,” replied Leroy, “You are making a big mistake, I just got married and haven’t been in trouble since my teen years!”
“Is that so, well you can call your wife while incarcerated,” said the officer, “and tell her your honeymoon will be a little delayed!”
“But, she’s having a baby!” Answered Leroy, “I can’t go to jail!”
“Oh, no kidding, why didn’t you think about your baby before you robbed that bank,” replied the office, “we do have cigars in jail you know, make sure you buy some when the baby comes, you can give them out to fellow inmates, because that is where you’ll be.”
“Where is the money I received from the bank robbery dumb ass?” Asked Leroy, “tell me officer since you are taking me to jail!”
“Oh, now I’m a dumb ass am I,” responded the officer, “what’s in your duffle bag trash?”
“No, boxing equipment!” Sputtered Leroy, “You incompetent fool!”
The officer used his right hand to zip open the bag while driving; he reached his hand in and felt boxing shoes, before he could look inside another officer voice came over his patrol car radio.
“This is car two thirteen in high pursuit of bank suspect,” said the voice of his colleague, “he is headed north west on Glenwood Avenue. Where are you Ben, car two fourteen do you read me.
Ben looked into the duffle bag and saw nothing but Leroy’s boxing equipment.
“What in hell is going on here,” said officer Ben, “I have the wrong man in custody.”
“Yeah, you heard that dumb ass!” Said Leroy, “I told you I’m not a bank robber!”
“If you don’t shut your big mouth!” Responded officer Ben, “I will come back there and kick your ass!”
Officer Ben with his head turned around yelling at Leroy with anger, suddenly slammed on the brakes bringing his vehicle to a halt right in the middle of traffic.
“Hey fool look out for that car coming at us!” Yelled Leroy as he tried to duck.
The real bank robber was being pursued by other police vehicles and broadsided their vehicle.
During that same time period in a little town outside of Navajo County Arizona, a young lady name Martha Hornsack was riding around with the wildest motorcycle gang in that area. I was just talking with her today. This is what she had to say about her dare devil days. Let me take you there. Martha got pregnant while hanging out with that bunch, she didn’t know which one of them was the real daddy. There was this one African-American fellow riding with them named Skeeter Robinson, he had a toughness about himself that was unbreakable, tougher than rawhide. Many of those bikers did not like colored folks but Skeeter; they got along with him because he was very unusual. They would always to tell him jokes about coloreds to make Skeeter angry, but he’d laugh harder then the rest. Let me tell you why those jokes didn’t bother Skeeter one bit, he was tough minded as well, twice as determined not to let anything said upset him. Martha told me they were out in the desert drinking beer when one-eyed Zip started messing with Skeeter. We called him Zip because he’s always ready to drop his pants, if you know what I mean.
“Hey Skeeter, have you heard that joke about a Million African-Americans up in Heaven?” Asked Zip.
“No man, I haven’t heard anything about that,” answered Skeeter, “how does it go?”
“I’m glad you asked, Skeeter,” responded Zip, “because Michael the Ark Angel had a list of complaints to the Lord about those coloreds.”
“Oh God, I know there had to be something weird about this joke,” responded Skeeter, “go head Zip I want to hear the complaints.”
“Listen to this Skeeter, it is so funny,” joked Zip, “Michael went to the Lord and told him they had a problem with some of our African-Americans up hear.”
“Zip is always making fun of Skeeter because he really doesn’t like African-Americans.” Said Martha to her girlfriend Ann. Numerous young women road with this wild bunch, just thrill seeking.
“Shucks girl, those jokes don’t mean a thing to Skeeter,” responded Ann, “he loves riding his motorcycle and these are the only wild fools to ride with, he’s tougher than nails, their jokes about African-Americans doesn’t bother him at all.”
Zip continued on with the joke. “What kind of problem are we having Michael?” Asked the Lord.
“Some of them are flying around here with one wing after crashing into each other,” laughed Zip more often then everyone else with his own joke. “One of them keep taking Gabriel’s horn and trying to blow it before the right time, saying he was related to Satchmo Armstrong when he lived down on Earth.”
“Um, he was one of my gifted humans, mmmm,” said the Lord, “That’s possible, what else is going on Michael?”
“Some of them torn down the pearly gates while swinging on it,” complained Michael, “many of them who died because they ate to much salt on earth are still eating it up here, I see they have wasted some on our streets paved with gold.”
The group brake out with laughter, Skeeter himself is just tickled out of his mind at all of it.
“Ha, ha, ha, that sounds like my people alright,” chuckled Skeeter, “we must have a good time no matter where we go.”
“I told you Martha, Skeeter is tickled to death,” said Ann, “those fools can’t hurt him with any jokes about his people.”
“Listen to this part, Skeeter,” continued Zip, “some of them refused to wear their Halos, claiming it doesn’t fit on the Afro right, one guy had his tilted to the side.”
“Ha, ha, ha, I can identify with that,” laughed Skeeter, “we have too find the right kind of hat to fit over the fro, go on Zip man read some more, it is funny, ha, ha.”
“Now check this part out, Skeeter,” said Zip, “the Lord told Michael, they have a right to be here just as much as any other saved person. Let me call down to hell and see what is going on there.”
“No kidding,” laughed Skeeter, “the Lord called hell from Heaven.”
“Wait until you hear what the devil had to say,” said Zip, “ this part is so funny. The devil answered the telephone and said, Lord, oh my, what can I do for you?” The Lord replied. “We have a little problem up here.” The devil interrupted the Lord and said, “Wait a minute Lord, I’ve got to put you hold for a second or two.”
“Say what,” joked Skeeter, “the devil put God on hold, he must be crazy.”
“But, listen to what he said when he retuned to the telephone,” laughed Zip, “after about five minutes, the devil came back to the telephone and said, “I’m sorry I can’t talk to you right now Lord, that last bunch of African-Americans you sent down here too me, have put out the fire and installed an air-conditioner. Ha ha, ha, ha, man I tell you that is so funny.”
All of the gang laughed at the joke as well as Skeeter. Martha started getting labor pains during the laughter.
“What is it Martha?” Asked Ann, “are you alright girl, the baby isn’t kicking is he?”
“Worse, I think he’s trying to come out now,” answered Martha, “these pains are getting stronger, I better find a hospital quick.”
“Hey, Zip, the joke is over,” shouted Ann, “Martha is in need of a hospital, she’s having the baby now!”
“Hospital, well she better hold on until we reach California.” Responded Zip, “because that is the only way I’m headed when we leave here.”
“California, are you crazy she’ll never make it that far!” Shouted Ann, “It just may be your child she’s having you know, Martha needs a hospital now!”
“If it is my baby,” responded Zip, “I know it’s strong enough to hold on until we reach California.”
“Come on Martha, I will help you find a hospital,” said Skeeter, “hop on my motorcycle.”
Skeeter Robinson was the only gentleman in this wild bunch that really cared enough to rush Martha to a hospital, and he has never had sex with her, so we are sure it wasn’t his baby.
While sitting in the delivery room, Martha said to Skeeter, “You are a good person, why do you ride with those fools who always make up jokes about your people?”
“I just love riding my motorcycle that’s all, they are the only gang around here to ride with,” answered Skeeter, “their jokes can’t bother me, sticks and stones can’t hurt my bones, there is no way in hell names and bad jokes about my people will ever trouble me.”
“Ha, ha, I heard that loud and clear,” responded Martha, “I saw you laughing more than Zip at that joke.”
“It was funny stuff now,” said Skeeter, “but I’m so tough I’ll kill a brick, cripple a stick and drown a drop of water.”
“Woo, now that is what I call tough,” responded Martha, “thanks for bringing me here, Skeeter, but if you don’t hurry back the gang will ride on to California without you.”
“Will you be alright by yourself here, Martha?” Asked Skeeter.
“Sure I will, I don’t want my child to be around those wild bunch of fools anyway,” answered Martha, “go ahead and catch up with them, I know how much riding means too you, thanks for everything.”
Skeeter road off leaving Martha in the hands of the hospital, and that was the last time she ever saw him. The following morning she had a baby boy, seven pounds and ten ounces.
"Well now," said Martha, "I can't believe it, a handsome little fellow he is, but I don't know who his father is, what shall I name him."
Martha and her girlfriends ran around with that low morale motorcycle gang, having unprotected sex with different fellows was regular, love free style they called it, but that was one of their favorite pass times. A plain old orgy is what I call that kind of sexual gathering. Anyone of those guys could be the baby’s daddy.
The gang all moved on to California abandoning Martha in Arizona, but she was happy and content with that. Now she can start a new life with her baby boy. Martha decided to choose a name for him from the Bible.
"Luke is what I'll name my son," said Martha, "after a good man, I hope he will never have ways like his father who ever it may be. None of those motorcycle fools are worth naming him after, they all have their evil way’s."
Back in Wilmington Delaware poor Leroy has just awaken in the hospital, with his new bride Loretta sitting at his bedside. She is expecting their first child any day now in that same hospital. Leroy’s life has changed again because of those injuries he received in this accident. It was the first time I ever saw Leroy look so helpless.
“Oh honey!” Said Loretta when Leroy regained consciousness, “I’m so glad you opened your eyes!”
“Where am I?” Asked Leroy. He looked at his hands and they were all bandaged up. “What happened to my hands?”
“You were in a car accident sweetheart!” Answered Loretta, “but everything will be alright now that you have awaken.”
“That police car, I remember,” said Leroy, “but my hands are messed up and I have no feeling in them, I can’t fight anymore!”
“Who cares if you can fight again or not,” replied Loretta with joy, “I’m so happy you are still alive, nothing else matters to me at this point.”
“You are happy,” responded Leroy, he became moved by her affections. “But you were mad at me this morning when I told you I was going to the gym after work.”
“Honey, this morning, yesterday and the day before I thought I was losing you forever,” said Loretta with high emotions, “now that you have awaken into my world again, life has just started anew.
“Oh my goodness,” said Leroy with a love sparkle in his eye, “you mean an accident made you love me more?”
“More than you will ever know honey,” answered Loretta, “let me call your doctor and tell him you have awaken.”
“Say what?” Asked Leroy. “What is so important about me waking up, how many hours have I been out?”
“Four days now sweetheart,” answered Loretta, “don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”
Leroy looked at his hands and feet all bandaged up, then stared at Loretta running out the door after his doctor; with this weird look in his eyes he said.
“Don’t go anywhere, what in the world is she on,” cried Leroy, “I can’t even crawl. I’ve been out for four days, oh no, I can’t run or box anymore, how can I train all bandaged up like this, I am going to sue these people so help me God!”
That is exactly what Leroy and his wife did. After Loretta had their baby they sued the City and settled out of court for more than two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. They bought a brand new home and began having more children. Leroy went to work with the Board of Education after his body healed, as a fireman running those boiler heaters that heats up the building. Loretta got a job as a nurse in the same hospital she had her children in, she had gone to school for nursing before her first pregnancy.
“Oh well,” said Leroy a year later while sitting in his living room holding their little boy. “I can’t fight anymore but you beautiful first born of mine, you will grow up to be my champ of the world.”
Loretta just looked at Leroy shaking her head in disapproval, she thought silently to their son, “I don’t have the slightest idea of what your father is talking about my child,” while listening to her husband making plans for the boy, “but mommy will start saving her money immediately for you to enter college and become a doctor.”
Almost a year later the two parents are working hard and bringing up Gregory in a good environment, that is Leroy’s main focus now. Loretta said to him just three days after Gregory’s first birthday.
“Guess what Leroy, I think I’m pregnant again.”
“No kidding, am I really that good,” responded Leroy, “and I thought we were just having fun.”
Before that year was out they had another boy; now Leroy is sitting on his couch holding both sons.
“Man, I can’t believe it,” said Leroy, “a accident stopped me from fighting, look what I’ve done now, made two world fighting champs to train.”
Loretta seated next to him doing a double head twist as she looked on shaking her head in disagreement.
“Lord, if this man thinks he’s taking my children down to some boxing gym, where they can get their teeth knocked out and a black eye at the same time, he’s got another thought coming. So if you do bless me with another child, is it possible you can make it a girl, thank you Lord.”
God truly do hear prayers and wishes from his good people, because Loretta got exactly what she asked for, a baby girl this time around; but Leroy was more excited about it then she was, he was sitting in his favorite seat holding his daughter and saying.
“My oh my, son number one the oldest will be my middle-weight champ, my younger son the welter-weight champ,” proclaimed Leroy, “now look what God has blessed me with, a female kick-boxer.”
“Lord, I know this man has lost his mind now!” Thought Loretta, “If he thinks my daughter is going to some funky gym working up a sweat, instead of a library where she can become educated and look pretty, he’s pushing it Lord, he is pushing my panic button much to hard, please stop him before I detonate!”
Shortly before their little girl turned one it happen again.
“Oh my goodness,” said Loretta, “I can’t believe this is happening too me so fast!”
“What sweetheart?” Asked Leroy, “What’s happening too you?”
“Baby will you go to the store and bring me back a pint of cherry-vanilla ice cream and a bottle of catch-up,” replied Loretta, “I’ll tell you when you return.”
“Oh no, I know what that means, it’s time for me to find a second job,” said Leroy, “not only is it happening fast but without any warning, I hope it will be another girl, that will make our household all even.”
Sorry Leroy, Mother Nature had to disappoint you, but it was another boy. Loretta manage to put a stop sign up after this child.
“That’s it Leroy, I quit,” said Loretta, “I’m not having anymore children.”
Leroy truly agreed with his wife on this subject a hundred percent.
“Well, how are we going to end all these deliveries?” Asked Leroy.
“I know!” It’s tube tying time king of Sobby,” answered Loretta, “do you get my message!”
“Yes I do, loud and clear Tonto.” Answered Leroy.
Loretta went into the hospital and had the operation. Afterward her and Leroy began working like a team together, raising their four children. Giving them everything life had to offer, a family with unconditional love from both parents. They set a very good example for them, and then, Leroy found out his children weren’t interested in prize fighting. Back into the gym he went training prizefighters, hoping to find one who had a champions heart.
While in a little town near Navajo Arizona some ten years later, a teenager name Luke who grew up without a father has just been introduced to a group of Skinheads; Luke is not really a hater but friendship isn’t easy to find in this little township, so he began learning all of the bad habits his associates had to offer, hate.
“Okay Luke,” said his best friend, Marvin, as a group of five teens were out finding mischievous action to indulge them selves with, “all you have to do is kill this rabbit and you’re in the gang, here shoot it with this gun.”
Marvin with his young group would catch different animals and then set it free too run. Instead of Luke shooting this Rabbit before it escaped, he would purposely shoot off target letting it get away because he loves animals.
“Luke, I hope you are a better shot when it comes time to shoot at humans!” Yelled Marvin, “or you’re not going too last through out the revolution!”
“Revolution!” Thought Luke, “what in the world is a revolution?”
Luke wasn’t all that educated either, his mother allowed him to get away with every selfish thing possible. Staying home from school hurt Luke in more ways then he could ever imagine. Most of all Luke is not the kind of person that is cut out for any white supremacy group, no sir, his heart and mind was raised with unconditional love, thanks to his mommy Martha.
Another ten years have passed back at the Hairston’s residence, Leroy has retired from his job after twenty years and has been training fighter’s full time. Loretta did enroll their children into college, the oldest is studying to become a lawyer, their daughter in medical school. All of her children are doing great, now Loretta is home alone most of the time while Leroy is out chasing his dream. They were eating dinner when Leroy said to her.
“I am going to train a fighter who will become the champion of the world, if that is the last thing I do on earth.”
“Oh, so we are back at that again! In what lifetime do you think this will happen, Leroy! Please tell me,” Responded Loretta, “I’ve spent many lonely nights just waiting for the day that you will train a world champion!”
“I know you have very little faith in my ability to train fighters, Loretta,” said Leroy, “but that day will come sooner than you think.”
“Leroy, you have been telling me the same thing for twenty five years!” Replied Loretta, “I’ve seen all of your fighters you train today, not one of them belongs in the same room with a world champion, so please forget about defeating one in the ring for a championship belt.”
Before he could answer her question, the telephone rang. Leroy walked over and answered it while holding his thought.
“Hello,” said Leroy, “who would you like to speak with?”
“Hello,” answered a man on the other end “is this Leroy Hairston?”
“Yes it is,” responded Leroy, “who’s asking?”
“My name is Johnson and I am a fight promoter,” he stated, “I’ve been told that you have a stable of good fighters.”
“You heard right,” answered Leroy with his voice rejoicing, “The best in town!”
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