Resurrecting The Champ Page #10

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It's okay.

Not about all this...

but, in general...

are you pretty proud of me?

Real proud.

And would you be proud of me...

even if I didn't have, like,

a lot of celebrity friends and stuff?

Like, if I wasn't a big shot?

Well, not as much, but pretty close.

Teddy, I told you a lot of things

that weren't true.

Like being friends

with John Elway and stuff?

Yeah.

What about playing golf

with Muhammad Ali?

I covered a celebrity golf tournament,

and he was playing in it.

But, Dad, I told everybody

you were friends with John Elway.

Does that mean I'm a liar too?

No, it doesn't.

It means that you trusted me...

and you told everybody

what I told you.

And you should be able

to trust your dad.

So I'm sorry.

I think I should go to sleep now.

Hey.

Come here. Give me a hug.

You're such a good kid.

Hey, Champ, that you?

Mr. Marciano?

It's Rocky to you, Champ.

Holy smoke!

What the hell you doin' here?

I'm lookin' for you.

- Lookin' for me?

- Yeah.

- What for?

- I heard you're still workin' out.

- You're still strong.

- Oh, no, no. I'm old now.

Ah! Champ, you don't look old.

I'm makin' a comeback.

Rocky Marciano, back in the ring.

I'm lookin' for somebody to spar with.

Be an honor for me

to spar with you, Rock.

Good. Let's get started then.

- Let's see if you got some of the old moves.

- Mm.

- Come on, Champ.

- I still got some.

I still got a few.

Well, let's see 'em then.

All right. Let's see.

Oh, lookin' good, Champ.

Come on, Champ.

I don't need my friends now.

I'm not Bob Satterfield.

- Let's see what you got, Champ!

- I don't want to fight! I ain't Satterfield no more!

Okay. All right, all right.

You the champ.

You the champ. You the champ-

Get up, Champ!

It's just you and me now!

All right.

All right.

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Tommy Kincaid...

California Golden Gloves Champion!

Oh- Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

A writer, like a boxer...

must stand alone.

Having your words published,

like entering a ring...

puts your talent on display.

And there's nowhere to hide.

I never intended to write a story

about myself... or my son. Or about love.

- Or the lies that can sometimes

come from love. - We live in thy fear-

I will tell you this

about the man I called Champ...

whom everybody called Champ.

He was, against all reason, my friend.

And he was also a liar.

But was that because

he was trying to make himself...

better than who he was?

Or was it because

the one force more powerful...

than a son wanting

the admiration ofhis father...

is the father wanting

the admiration ofhis son?

Sometimes we need the help

of our imagination to achieve that status.

For it is no easy task

being the strongest, wisest...

- most beloved man in all the land.

- And wow!

- Tonight, the Raging Bull-

- And what is sadder...

than that moment

when our children discover...

that we are not the illusory

supermen we've created...

but rather, as Herman Melville

once wrote, "men drained of valor"?

...is there more news ofTommy Kincaid.

Erik.

The lies

that come from love can devastate...

as much as those

that come from malice.

- What do you think about guys like-

- Champ's legacy, I suppose...

is the inspiration for truth.

And the beauty that can emerge from it.

I'll tell you how to make

real strong muscles.

You get your thumb,

you roll up your sleeves...

and you blow.

A beauty that lets

our children admire us unconditionally.

- In fact, he may have-

- Love us unconditionally...

as I love my son-

- mucho grande.

- But...

he had a pure heart.

This wonderful ability to-

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