From back when Newsweek was a real publication.

The boxing gloves were new, and smelled of leather. It was the mid-1960s, in Jakarta, Indonesia. Barack Obama had come home the day before with what he recalled as “an egg-sized lump” on the side of his head, the result of a fight with a boy who had stolen a friend’s soccer ball and then hit Obama with a rock. Wounded but not bleeding, a humiliated Obama found his stepfather, Lolo Soetoro, in their yard, tending to the chrome on a beloved motorcycle. The boy whined a bit—“It wasn’t fair”—and Soetoro said little. Now, 24 hours later, the stepfather appeared with two sets of boxing gloves, one for himself and one for Obama. “The first thing to remember is how to protect yourself,” Soetoro said as they began to spar. “Keep your hands up,” he ordered, circling the boy. “You want to keep moving, but always stay low—don’t give them a target.” Obama bobbed and weaved, learning to throw punches; at one point in the half-hour lesson, he let his defenses down, and paid for it. “I felt a hard knock to the jaw, and looked up at Soetoro’s sweating face,” Obama recalled. “Pay attention,” Soetoro instructed.

Also, the old “Fighting Joe Biden” makes an appearance:

The selection of the pugnacious Sen. Joseph R. Biden Jr. for the second slot on the ticket brings a fighting spirit to the Democratic campaign, but the conventional wisdom of the moment still has it that Obama—or “Obambi,” as he has been called—may be too cerebral, too elite, too soft to prevail.