THERE was a heavyweight bill in a Donald Trump property in Atlantic City the night before Lennox Lewis and Shannon Briggs met.
It was easy to grab a ticket and walk against a squall up the Boardwalk to the Trump Marina Hotel Casino. The place was already faded and that made it the perfect home for the seven heavyweight fights. It was a mixed list, and that is probably being kind.
If Johnny Bos was still alive, I could probably find out just how much each of the 14 men were paid; I’m thinking one or two would have been lucky to leave with
