Pick your favorite boxer as a model for Vito and Bobolink.
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Be sure to click the VOTE button at the END of each survey. There's one survey for VITO and one for BOBOLINK.
Add a comment, if you like.
Click on the picture of any boxer to enlarge him if you want a closer look!
For reference, here are some passages from the novel about VITO:
Big muscles, tough guy attitude. I figured he must be one of Winkler’s hard-boiled boxers. But from the way he leaned on the door frame, he acted as though he owned the place. He lobbed a cold gray slug at me with his eyes.
He stood directly beneath one of the spotlights. In that position, he was lit from above by the lighting. Through the thin fabric of his clothes I could see he had a body that really was muscular, nothing like the fake one in Winkler’s portrait
When the bell rang at the end of the round, they trotted back to their corners. Vito plopped onto his stool, threw his head back, and turned to the crowd smirking like a devil. That seemed to be his m.o.—to play the devil-may-care fighter.
From our seats below the ring, I was more aware of the proportions of Vito’s body. He was solid muscle from head to toe. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his legs, stomach, chest, or arms—just solid sinew and brawn.
Eve Winkler, about Vito: “Well, then you know he’s a regular sheik, a grade-A stack of muscles and prime beef. And my husband’s been carrying the torch for him ever since.”
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Big muscles, tough guy attitude. I figured he must be one of Winkler’s hard-boiled boxers. But from the way he leaned on the door frame, he acted as though he owned the place. He lobbed a cold gray slug at me with his eyes.
He stood directly beneath one of the spotlights. In that position, he was lit from above by the lighting. Through the thin fabric of his clothes I could see he had a body that really was muscular, nothing like the fake one in Winkler’s portrait
When the bell rang at the end of the round, they trotted back to their corners. Vito plopped onto his stool, threw his head back, and turned to the crowd smirking like a devil. That seemed to be his m.o.—to play the devil-may-care fighter.
From our seats below the ring, I was more aware of the proportions of Vito’s body. He was solid muscle from head to toe. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his legs, stomach, chest, or arms—just solid sinew and brawn.
Eve Winkler, about Vito: “Well, then you know he’s a regular sheik, a grade-A stack of muscles and prime beef. And my husband’s been carrying the torch for him ever since.”
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For reference here are some passages from the novel about BOBOLINK:
Up-close and in person, I saw that he was not only muscular, he was quite good-looking. … His skin was fair and whiter than Vito’s. … Like Vito, he seemed to have a way of standing that drew attention to himself. He was another show-off. His white t-shirt was tight around his washboard stomach, around his ample chest, around his shoulders, and especially around his massive biceps.
He had a smile plastered on his face. In this case, it seemed intended to be a lady-killer smile, since he was beaming openly at a lady in row two whose boyfriend wasn’t too happy about it.
He scratched his middle finger on the tip of his right nipple, which protruded visibly beneath the cloth of his white t-shirt. Then he switched his hand to his left breast and tickled his left nipple in a similar manner. “Two are much better.” He looked up and looked into my eyes. “Who knows what’ll happen after two.”
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Up-close and in person, I saw that he was not only muscular, he was quite good-looking. … His skin was fair and whiter than Vito’s. … Like Vito, he seemed to have a way of standing that drew attention to himself. He was another show-off. His white t-shirt was tight around his washboard stomach, around his ample chest, around his shoulders, and especially around his massive biceps.
He had a smile plastered on his face. In this case, it seemed intended to be a lady-killer smile, since he was beaming openly at a lady in row two whose boyfriend wasn’t too happy about it.
He scratched his middle finger on the tip of his right nipple, which protruded visibly beneath the cloth of his white t-shirt. Then he switched his hand to his left breast and tickled his left nipple in a similar manner. “Two are much better.” He looked up and looked into my eyes. “Who knows what’ll happen after two.”
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