Viktor's muzzled snout sounded like a jet engine at take-off as he snorted into my left ear during our match in an actual ring.
I have some special memories of you when you were growing up.
If this was a football game, somebody would be throwing a flag and we'd be going to the instant replay to determine who deserves a penalty.
As a reporter, you always hoped for those exclusives, or "scoops" as we used to call them.
The day actually turned into a beautiful May 1st Sunday with blue skies and warm sunshine.
Prior to 1943, we Americans paid income taxes quarterly or annual.
For the chicken, it's involved but the pig is committed.
America's loss of its' sense of humor in recent years and growing "PC-ness" has put a damper on the nickname business.
Most times, my sandwich comes to me, wrapped tighter than a swaddled baby in a piece of waxed paper.
These guys do get paid for acting, you know.