 The champ lands a terrific right cross, and Midge Benny is down. Yes, I was down. The referee is counting over him. Yes, the referee was counting over me. The count is up to five. Yes, the count was up to five. Now Midge is rolling over on his back. Yes, I was rolling over on my back. Why don't you shut up? Yes, why don't I shut up? As I lay there beaten in days, my whole career flashed in front of me. How it started two years ago, when I was trudging along a dusty Kansas road, hitchhiking with my best friend.