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Port, sweet wine of the
gods
boozing in the basement
seeing gramps old boxing gloves
he was quite a fighter
1927 he fought Jimmy La Bonte
for the state title
LaBonte was a mean, half-insane yugoslavian
with a dreadful scar across his left eye
Labonte swore before the fight that he would kill gramps because
gramps had cast aspersions on Labonte's grasp of reality to the press.
what he actually said to Marv Goiter of the Springfield Times was that
Labonte was "batshit fucking loonie". Goiter paraphrased.
Gramps, bloodied and battered, and well behind in points, knocked out LaBonte in the twelfth round
with a vicious roundhouse undercut that Labonte never saw.
After the fight Labonte and gramps became friends and used to
drink together at the Rusty Crow saloon on Elvinhurst Ave.
"Butterscotch Schnapps and an occasional gimlet" gramps said.
"That's all he'd drink."