The greatest fighter almost nobody knows

Originally Published: February 7, 2007
By Kieran Mulvaney | Special to ESPN.com

The old man wasn't expecting a visitor.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, in a small room in Harlem, listening to the radio. The room was dark; there was no reason for it not to be, because the old man was blind. He stood up when the visitor entered, and fumbled for a string attached to a bulb in the ceiling.

"You come to see me?" he asked, somewhat incredulously.

His visitor replied that yes, he had come to see him. He was, he said, a newspaper reporter; he wanted ...

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