Jake LaMotta, the middle-weight champion who was immortalized on screen by Robert De Niro in ‘Raging Bull’, has died at the age of 95.According to TMZ, LaMotta died on Tuesday in a nursing home due to Pneumonia.LaMotta’s death was announced by his kin on social media, with his eldest daughter Christi LaMotta paying tribute on Facebook.His daughter confirmed that LaMotta due to complications from pneumonia and added, “I just want people to know, he was a great, sweet, sensitive, strong, compelling man with a great sense of humour, with eyes that danced.”De Niro, who portrayed LaMotta in Martin Scorsese’s drama ‘Raging Bull’, issued a statement over his death.He said, “Rest in Peace, Champ.”LaMotta’s niece, Diane Ramaglia Bonita, also paid tribute to the boxing great, along with posting a picture of her own son and highlighting the remarkable resemblance between the two.A member of the International Boxing Hall of Fame, LaMotta fought professionally from 1941-54 and had a record of 83 wins, 19 losses and 4 draws, with 30 knockouts.He became globally known for his chin, with no other boxer at the time able to take heavy punches and remain on his feet like he could, and he was the victim in the ‘Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre’, the sixth and final bout with Robinson, in which he absorbed so much punishment that the referee stopped the fight in the 13th round with LaMotta laying on the ropes, yet still refusing to be knocked down.LaMotta married seven times, the most recent of which came to Baker in January 2013, and he has four daughter along with two sons.advertisementHowever, his eldest son, Jake LaMotta Jr, died of liver cancer in February 1998, and his youngest son, Joseph LaMotta, died in September that year in the crash of Swissair Flight 111.
CHARLOTTE, N.C. (AP) — Jordan Spieth begins his pursuit of the final leg of the career Grand Slam under a surprisingly blue sky at the PGA Championship.Scattered storms are in the forecast all week at Quail Hollow Club, which is likely to make the 7,600-yard course feel even longer. Spieth, needing only the PGA Championship to have all four majors, at least begins his round on the par-5 10th hole.One of the most significant changes was combining the opening two holes into one at 524 yards and a sharp dogleg. But with soft conditions and no wind Thursday morning, the 524-yard hole wasn’t a problem for the first group.Grayson Murray, who grew up in North Carolina, Peter Uihlein and club pro Rich Berberian Jr. all hit the green and made par.By DOUG FERGUSONTweetPinShare0 Shares
Share on LinkedIn Share on Pinterest At one point in his novel Rabbit Is Rich John Updike has his goofy antihero Harry Angstrom staring at the rain through his car windscreen during yet another interminable family crisis, watching the colours wash together on the asphalt, and finding a strange kind of comfort. Updike writes: “Rabbit has always liked rain. It puts a roof on the world.” comment Since you’re here… But rain is more than this. It is something else too, rebellion and resistance, and also beauty. There is a brilliant comedy in the presence of rain even at this, the most controlled, triumphalist, carefully monetised World Cup.Rain tells you the summer game is also about melancholy and boredom, that this is a story told often in minor chords too, its moments of colour bordered by vital passages of grey. In the current battle for the sport’s soul rain stands on one side saying this is not a product to be sold by the yard. Formats will come and go. But you have to be made to love cricket, not simply offered it up ready-made. In England, at least, the uncertainty remains. Cricket will always fight with the skies.We are at least through it for now. The skies are clearing. TV won’t be happy. Those who count the cost will count the cost but the weather has made its point. The pallet has been cleansed. And from here the World Cup will taste a little sharper and a little sweeter for the passing rain. Share on Messenger We might just be getting through it now but this has also been the theme of the cricketing week. The pulleys have clanked, the gears thrummed into life and that summer roof has been winched into place in a way that is either maddening, or comforting, or oddly subversive depending on your angle of interest.On Monday South Africa and West Indies lasted seven overs in Southampton.On Tuesday Bangladesh v Sri Lanka was a washout in Bristol. On Thursday India v New Zealand collapsed into a series of thrillingly doomed hourly pitch inspections before the familiar post-lunch surrender.There has been a degree of dismay at this, and understandably so. It has been a hugely absorbing World Cup. Fifty-over cricket continues to look the most balanced of all three formats. And best of all the conditions have rewarded high skill in every discipline rather than weighting the game tediously one way.Power hitters such as Jos Buttler and Hardik Pandya have picked the rhythms of early June, deflecting and guiding the ball as well as swinging straight through the line. Even Chris Gayle, who basically just stands there now like death himself, scythe raised, chillingly tall and still and creaky, has dug a little deeper; playing later, showing more care for his pads and stumps and adapting just enough to cleave a quick 30 at the Hampshire Bowl. Reuse this content Sportblog … we have a small favour to ask. More people are reading and supporting The Guardian’s independent, investigative journalism than ever before. And unlike many new organisations, we have chosen an approach that allows us to keep our journalism accessible to all, regardless of where they live or what they can afford. But we need your ongoing support to keep working as we do.The Guardian will engage with the most critical issues of our time – from the escalating climate catastrophe to widespread inequality to the influence of big tech on our lives. At a time when factual information is a necessity, we believe that each of us, around the world, deserves access to accurate reporting with integrity at its heart.Our editorial independence means we set our own agenda and voice our own opinions. Guardian journalism is free from commercial and political bias and not influenced by billionaire owners or shareholders. This means we can give a voice to those less heard, explore where others turn away, and rigorously challenge those in power.We need your support to keep delivering quality journalism, to maintain our openness and to protect our precious independence. Every reader contribution, big or small, is so valuable. Support The Guardian from as little as $1 – and it only takes a minute. Thank you. Cricket World Cup 2019 Topics Support The Guardian Read more Read more Share on Facebook Share on WhatsApp Share on Twitter We’ve had fast bowling at every turn. We’ve had Mohammad Amir’s brilliance, a redemption story in the making for anyone with half a heart. And beneath it all this week we’ve had rain, and the lessons of rain, and the relief of rain passing, and the promise of more to come before it’s all done.But then this is England, a place where rain is not simply a glitch, or a subplot overlooked and glossed away. Rain is cricket in England. This island is surrounded by rain, by a sea that at times curls itself up at the edges and takes to the skies. It might not rain every day, or rain in showy, flashy chart-topping dumps. This is a more nuanced relationship, rain as an unceasing possibility, a note in every conversation.Rain winds itself into every detail and every ritual. Even the language is packed, lovingly, with rain descriptors, rain patter. Drips, drops, spots and spits. Stair rods and cats and dogs. Summer rain, bitter rain, hard rain. Rain that sets in. Rain that dances and tickles and skips across.Dogged, low-level rain that somehow soaks your jeans to your skin and plasters your hair without seeming to raise itself above the status of a light mist.And naturally rain is there in English cricket, which is essentially an exercise in defiance of rain, a rebuke to the shadow of rain. To play cricket is to think and know and care about rain, to have opinions and theories on rain, to stand around saying: ‘It’s coming from over there. This is high cloud. The sky is definitely lighter that side. This, I can feel in the hairs of my forearms, in the tendons of my knee, is going to pass.’There is also a kind of cruelty here. No other sport does this to itself.There is no other global World Cup that can simply be rained off, that can be planned for 13 years then wiped out by a chance cloud formation. On a personal level there is no other sport so fraught with doubt and detail, no other sport where you practise all winter, torture yourself with the prospect of failure, where months are spent honing tiny mechanical details – and then the whole thing is called off for a month because it’s chucking it down. Oh, the rain-riven cruelty.You might even say cricket only really exists as a global thing because of rain, that the urge to sail forth and colonise is there because of cold winters and damp summers, an island nation with the itch to go beyond its own rainy Jerusalem. The colours of this World Cup in England are striking. Those flags say, we came for your summer. Now here you are, sheltering from ours. Cricket England beat West Indies by eight wickets: Cricket World Cup 2019 – as it happened India and Pakistan in social media dogfight before cricket clash The Spin: sign up and get our weekly cricket email. Share via Email read more