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For a long time, I had the adolescent notion that I was a tough guy. I liked to box because of a silly idea that it would make me more of a man...in my twenties, I considered myself a pretty decent boxer. During the run of Streetcar, I often persuaded a member of the crew to spar with me between acts. I bought some gloves and we threw a few punches at each other in a room under the stage. One night...I asked a stagehand I'd never sparred with if he'd join me...I felt his fist smash into my nose like a sledgehammer, and the next instant blood poured out of it in a crimson deluge...with not much choice, I wiped my face and walked onstage. Jessica [Tandy], who had always disapproved of my boxing between acts, looked up at me from behind the desk where she was sitting and ad-libbed "You bloody fool"...
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A pair of Everlast boxing gloves, circa 1960s, the black leather gloves trimmed with brown leather piping and stuffed with horse hair
A pair of Everlast boxing gloves, circa 1960s, the black leather gloves trimmed with brown leather piping and stuffed with horse hair