MADISON SQUARE GARDEN

	Somebody up there likes me MY LIFE SO FAR BY Rocky Graziano
	Bummy Davis had been a prisoner along with me back in the Fort Jay guardhouse. He was waiting for court-martial just like me, and I never had anything against him. But all my neighborhood pals, all the other Italian boxers, even Jack Healy, they all keep saying, "You got to kill that so and so, Rocky. You got to kill him for what he done to our Canzoneri." Al Davis once made the mistake of knocking out Tony Canzoneri. They kept building it up, building it up, until the minute I walk into the ring. They got me so cross-eyed mad then I walk right into all his best punches. I got my right hand cocked ready for a roundhouse. Boom. I am sitting on my ass. Then I got so sore I was still hitting him after the bell. In the fourth round I caught him and finished him. That was Bummy Davis' last big-time fight. He was shot a year later in a friend of his bar in Brooklyn. Two holdup men come in and Bummy went for them like a bell had rung someplace. He died with a slug in his chest.