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I go over to Norman’s house. Sure enough, he has a regular ring set up there—gloves, headgear—and I think, ''What am I getting myself into?'' Also, he outweighed me by about twenty-five pounds.

I get into the ring. Bing, bing, bing—we fought on and off for two or three weeks. We never really hurt each other. In fact, he made a rule a couple of years later that we’re never going to hurt each other, although I did give him a couple of good shots.

I get into the ring. Bing, bing, bing—we fought on and off for two or three weeks. We never really hurt each other. In fact, he made a rule a couple of years later that we’re never going to hurt each other, although I did give him a couple of good shots. {{pg|393|394}}

Norman was a boxing fanatic. He got an offer to do the ''Dick Cavett Show'' in New York, which was a very big deal then. Norman and Jose were going to get in the ring and spar a couple of rounds on the show. I was Norman’s second and Jose had a friend of his as his second in the ring.

I’m teasing Norman, saying, “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you? Jose’s going to get in the ring. He’s going to see the lights, he’s going to snap and think he’s in a real fight and knock you out.”

Norman said, “Nah, nah, he won’t.”

We practice a long time in the back of my restaurant. I’m instructing him and raising my elbow to demonstrate how to block punches and I say, “Hit him here! Make it sound good!”

After all the rehearsal, we get to New York for the show and I’m in Norman’s corner. Jose throws a left hook to the body. Norman’s supposed to have his elbow over here to block it. He lifts his elbow and gets hit right in the gut. I hear the wind come out of Norman and I think, ''Oh my God, he’s going to fall down, right on national television!''

I start yelling to Jose in Italian so no one else will know what I’m saying,

“''Aspetti! Piano! Piano!''”—Stop! Easy! Easy! But he’s Puerto Rican, he speaks Spanish, and doesn’t know what I’m saying.

But we survived that night and went up to Gus D’Amato’s apartment to watch it on TV. And that was one of the most exciting nights Norman and I ever had.

Another time we were up in Vermont. Norman was crazy: he decides we’re going to go hiking and boating with his kids on a lake. The water’s one inch from coming into the boat and I say, “Norman, I hate to tell you this, but I can’t swim.”

“Tom,” he says, “Don’t worry. If the boat goes over, you hang onto it. I’ll rescue the kids and take them to the shore and I’ll come back and get you.” I said, “F-that! Take me back to the shore first; the kids can swim.”

I was a pretty hot dog skier and one day Norman tells me, “My son

Michael wants to learn how to ski.” He was about seven or eight.

I said, “Okay. I’ll take the afternoon and give Michael a few lessons.” And the old joke was, ''Bend your knees, look out for the trees, twenty dollars, please.''

That was a private ski lesson up there.{{pg|394|395}}

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 I go over to Norman’s house. Sure enough, he has a regular ring set up there—gloves, headgear—and I think, ''What am I getting myself into?'' Also, he outweighed me by about twenty-five pounds.
-I get into the ring. Bing, bing, bing—we fought on and off for two or three weeks. We never really hurt each other. In fact, he made a rule a couple of years later that we’re never going to hurt each other, although I did give him a couple of good shots.
+I get into the ring. Bing, bing, bing—we fought on and off for two or three weeks. We never really hurt each other. In fact, he made a rule a couple of years later that we’re never going to hurt each other, although I did give him a couple of good shots. {{pg|393|394}}
+Norman was a boxing fanatic. He got an offer to do the ''Dick Cavett Show'' in New York, which was a very big deal then. Norman and Jose were going to get in the ring and spar a couple of rounds on the show. I was Norman’s second and Jose had a friend of his as his second in the ring.
+I’m teasing Norman, saying, “You know what’s going to happen, don’t you? Jose’s going to get in the ring. He’s going to see the lights, he’s going to snap and think he’s in a real fight and knock you out.”
+Norman said, “Nah, nah, he won’t.”
+We practice a long time in the back of my restaurant. I’m instructing him and raising my elbow to demonstrate how to block punches and I say, “Hit him here! Make it sound good!”
+After all the rehearsal, we get to New York for the show and I’m in Norman’s corner. Jose throws a left hook to the body. Norman’s supposed to have his elbow over here to block it. He lifts his elbow and gets hit right in the gut. I hear the wind come out of Norman and I think, ''Oh my God, he’s going to fall down, right on national television!''
+I start yelling to Jose in Italian so no one else will know what I’m saying,
+“''Aspetti! Piano! Piano!''”—Stop! Easy! Easy! But he’s Puerto Rican, he speaks Spanish, and doesn’t know what I’m saying.
+But we survived that night and went up to Gus D’Amato’s apartment to watch it on TV. And that was one of the most exciting nights Norman and I ever had.
+Another time we were up in Vermont. Norman was crazy: he decides we’re going to go hiking and boating with his kids on a lake. The water’s one inch from coming into the boat and I say, “Norman, I hate to tell you this, but I can’t swim.”
+“Tom,” he says, “Don’t worry. If the boat goes over, you hang onto it. I’ll rescue the kids and take them to the shore and I’ll come back and get you.” I said, “F-that! Take me back to the shore first; the kids can swim.”
+{{* * *}}
+I was a pretty hot dog skier and one day Norman tells me, “My son
+Michael wants to learn how to ski.” He was about seven or eight.
+I said, “Okay. I’ll take the afternoon and give Michael a few lessons.” And the old joke was, ''Bend your knees, look out for the trees, twenty dollars, please.''
+That was a private ski lesson up there.{{pg|394|395}}