The ep21 Magnificent Screwballs

Hello there, this is Jimmy Powers coming your way with another story from the tumult and the shouting. There, this is Jimmy Powers transcribed with another Grantlin Rice story from the tumult and the shouting. Today's chapter contains several stories, granny labeled magnificent screwballs,

and I'd like to pick up his narration in first person. Certainly my most exciting days and nights have been spent on the road. There's a fresh outlook when you move out on the trail and take you around the map.

Los Angeles, Chicago, Miami, New Orleans, Louisville, Dallas, St. Louis, Atlanta, Philadelphia, Boston, Shelby, St. Petersburg, wherever there's a big sports story, that's where the compass points. Since 1901, years of work and travel, I've enjoyed meeting and knowing so many stars and champions.

But I don't think this feeling quite reaches the deeper glow that has come from my more affectionate connections with the writers and friends I've made along this almost endless trail. In the earlier days a lot of us were often broke or next to it, but one thing about the greatest profession, a little thing like money, or the lack of it, never

gave us much concern. I remember it was the night before the Willard Dempsey fight in Toledo. There was a big party in the outskirts. It was on the house, and nearly all the writers covering the show went. A good looking girl was checking them in. Ring Daimen Lardner, Daimen Runyon, H.C. Whitworth, Gene Fowler, Haywood Bruin, Percy Hammond,

Rube Goldberg. Great trade names were given one by one. The hostess, thinking who was all a fake, was getting sore. Finally another came to sign in. She hardly looked at him, but blurted, and you, you big bum, I suppose you are urban cob.