The Flamin' Groovies: "We're No Museum Piece"

SOME BOXERS, if you believe what you see on the toob, just won't quit. Knocked down more times than they've slapped in their gum shield, by the middle of the eighth round of the BIG FIGHT with the CHAMP, they're lurching around like a drunken vole, giving every impression that they're only seconds away from developing an intimate and lasting relationship between their face and the canvas.