Slants on Sports

Slants on Sports runs regularly on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The column appears today because of the omission of yesterday’s issue in observance of Yom Kippur.

Am I sore! Am I burning up! I realize now how a daybooker must feel when he gets all wound up about the Dutchies. I’m tearing the stands apart here because of the raw decision that re-elected Jimmy to the welterweight crown. And I’m raving because this story broke too late for the Tuesday edition of the Bulletin and because of the Wednesday holiday cannot appear until Thursday. However, this fight yarn is going to be written now for Thursday while I’m still at white heat, due to chicanery, connivances and Irishmen.

Maybe Ross didn’t look as good as he did last May but he certainly was better than McLarnin. Despite the referee’s vote that Jimmy had outboxed the Chicago Jew, we are adamant in saying Ross was the better boxer. He gave Jimmy all he had and the Irishman’s ribs and eyes showed the results. In the last few rounds Barney’s incessant pounding over Jimmy’s heart had McLarnin’s knees sagging and buckling and the Foster protege was groggy. "Nerts," says I.

We picked Ross to win. If he had lost the fight we would have huzzahed for McLarnin as we did for Dublinsky after we had picked Canzoneri to beat him. But how can we shout for Jimmy, knowing that he didn’t win, realizing that Barney smashed his way to victory, and believing Donovan an utter nincompoop for his decision and statement? He said, "No fighter can fight in flurries and expect to win." Why, Donovan, old man, you’re getting old. The game’s got you punch drunk. You probably heard that Barney’s flurries got him the last fight and you were so intent on watching just this one point that you forgot everything else.

Barney’s eyes were swollen, cut and bleeding. His ribs were red from a terrific pounding and pummeling. He was battered, bruised, but still fighting. Jimmy’s optics were closed. His legs were buckling. He was tired. He was tired. He Was Beaten.

We’re with and for Barney Ross, win or loses. To us he is the champion of champions. We’ll stand up and cheer for Barney Ross.

THE BASEBALL CONTEST

Henry "Hank" Greenberg, the ball banging boy from the Bronx, was elected by an overwhelming majority of the baseball fans throughout the east as "the greatest Jewish baseball player of all time."

This contest, in the opinion of the judges, was exceedingly difficult to judge, due to the great number of excellent letters submitted by the fans in the hopes of winning one of the three pairs of world series tickets for the New York games.

Names of the winners will be announced in tomorrow’s regular column of "Slants on Sports."

MACCABI MOVES

The first meeting of the Maccabis for the Fall season will be held this evening at the executive offices of this organization, 217 Broadway. David White, executive director of the United States Maccabis, will speak on the plans for 1934-35, involving the second Maccabiad.

A#e# Matalon, the Maccabi ambassador from the Palestine committee, will be the principal speaker.

THESE ANTI-NAZI MINUTE MEN

Three husky young men dropped into the office the other day for a chat with the editor. A reassuring word from the Daybooker, whose desk is next to ours, convinced us we didn’t have to call police headquarters.

"They’re Anti – Nazi Minute Men," said the Daybooker. "One of them wants to see you."

No sooner had he uttered these words than the huskiest of the trio shuffled up to us and asked, "Are you the guy who writes sports?"

Sizing him up once again, we were at a loss whether to admit it or shift the sports over to H.W.

Before we could say anything, the A.N.M.M. continued, "Well, if you are, why don’t you give Harry Danning a better break? All you do is write about Weintraub and Greenberg, and Greenberg and Weintraub. However, I’m a Danning fan and unless . . ."

After all, the editor heard these remarks. If we go ahead and say that Danning has been breaking into ball games quite regularly these last few weeks; that his batting average has mounted proportionately; and, that his work behind the plate has improved tremendously, the editor will think we have been intimidated into writing it. Therefore, we feel the time has come to start the ball rolling on football.

Slants on Sports runs regularly on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The column appears today because of the omission of yesterday’s issue in observance of Yom Kippur.