November 1, 1997 |
Tank is big. Tank goes 270, easy, his belly bulging out, huge as a camel hump, and strong, my lord, he can bench-press 600 pounds. He is bad in a way you can see from the 49th row, the shaved head and heavy dark goatee and eyes that seem to glare from under the heavy line of his brow like a machine-gunner's under a helmet. Tank is a street fighter with a bazooka right hand, and he is stalking Cal Worsham, a 230-pound U.S. Marine who is no slouch either, a master of taekwondo.