I am picturin' Amos and LH havin' it out mano-a-mano, rollin' around on the ground in the dirt, yellin' and screechin' and pullin' hair, scratchin' and gougin' and kickin', fists wavin' in the air, one hand shoved inta the other guy's open mouth just like Dagwood and Herb used ta do in the old Blondie comic strip...

And Rapaire on the microphone wildly callin' the play-by-play while I sell hot chestnuts to the cheerin' spectators and wink at the girls...

I bet we could sell a lotta tickets.