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But there are a few people who understand. Teddy White will be in my corner and Senator Proxmire at ringside. ''The Realist'' and the L.A. ''Free Press'' have picked me. The DAR sent a fruit basket. Outside the literary crowd I’m actually well liked. Cesar Chavez and the migrants from South Texas are coming up to cheer for me and my friend Ira from Minneapolis and the whole English department of my school. All the Democratic Presidential candidates sent telegrams; so did Bill Buckley, Mayor Beame, Gore Vidal, Irving Wallace, John Ehrlichman, and Herman Kahn. . . . All I can say is, when the time comes boys, I’ll be ready, just watch.

==II==

Our first face-to-face meeting is at the weigh-in. He wanted to dispense with it and turn in a morning urine specimen instead. The boxing commission

put the nix on that idea. Oh, he knew who I was before the weigh-in. We had traded photos, autographs, and once I had anthologized him.

But face to face on either side of a big metal scale with our robes on and Teddy White rubbing my back while I stare bullets, that is something else

again.

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 But there are a few people who understand. Teddy White will be in my corner and Senator Proxmire at ringside. ''The Realist'' and the L.A. ''Free Press'' have picked me. The DAR sent a fruit basket. Outside the literary crowd I’m actually well liked. Cesar Chavez and the migrants from South Texas are coming up to cheer for me and my friend Ira from Minneapolis and the whole English department of my school. All the Democratic Presidential candidates sent telegrams; so did Bill Buckley, Mayor Beame, Gore Vidal, Irving Wallace, John Ehrlichman, and Herman Kahn. . . . All I can say is, when the time comes boys, I’ll be ready, just watch.
+==II==
+Our first face-to-face meeting is at the weigh-in. He wanted to dispense with it and turn in a morning urine specimen instead. The boxing commission
+put the nix on that idea. Oh, he knew who I was before the weigh-in. We had traded photos, autographs, and once I had anthologized him.
+But face to face on either side of a big metal scale with our robes on and Teddy White rubbing my back while I stare bullets, that is something else
+again.
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