You suggested that “it was not my night.” “My night,” you say? I should poin

You suggested that “it was not my night.” “My night,” you say?
I should point out that on that particular evening I could have dismantled Wilson. Your arrangement instead afforded him the opportunity to compete for a championship, while I suffered no-return rail travel to the undistinguished village of Palooka.
As my brother, Charley, you might have taken it upon yourself to consider my best interests, so that I would not be conceding pugilistic contests under false pretenses in exchange for undeserved remuneration.
You fail to grasp a simple premise, namely, that it is quite conceivable that I might have been a contender, and further conceivable that I might have been a person of consequence, rather than indigent, which is I what I am.