Walking around South Beach before our flight to Panama my friend Juan sees Roberto Duran cruise by in a convertable and screams 'El campion, el campion!' Juan has his camera out and starts snapping photos, and begs Duran to pose for some shots. Duran agrees and ends up parking, taking off his shirt, flexing- still acting every bit the champ. He joins us at a cafe with his entourage for drinks and graciously answers all of Juan's questions. My spanish is worthless so Duran's nephews talk to me about architecture. I am surfing 'lin'ers days later.
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