Aragon /Basilio

Aragon/Basilio..

"I could use him again," said George Parnassus. "You don't kill Aragon just because he doesn't win. He's good for more fights. Wait a few months and he'll talk about how he had Basilio hanging on. I could match him with a lot of Welterweights and middleweights and keep him busy." "You got to shoot him with a pistol to finish him off. He's got more lives then Houdini." Aragon was sitting on a table in a dressing room at Wrigley Field. He had exchanged his ring clothes for a black silk suit. The abrasions and contusions above and below his eyes were hidden by dark glasses. He had just taking a beating that would have caused a lesser ego to lay down and weep. Not Art Aragon. "Before I left home I said I thought I'd take in a fight. But it was lousy. I should have stayed home."