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dagosd2000 wrote:Rick,Frank,calling all ships

There used to be a Mexican lightweight named "Lobito" Montoya. He fought some of the last main events at the Coliseum. Saw him lose to Jimmy Heair and Randy Shields just before the Coliseum turned into a furniture store. He was a tough kid from what I remember. Know about him?
Wow! You really set me up with this one, DAGOS. I remember that Lobito Montoya was just hitting the top ten ratings as a featherweight, in the late 60's, after upsetting Frankie Crawford, and easily defeating future featherweight champ, Clemente Sanchez. Montoya was unbeaten, and came to L.A. to claim his fame. Now, here is where the sweetness of boxing turned sour for Raul "Lobito" Montoya. The brave management of Mexico'c "Little Wolf", made the mistake of matching him with a "Hawk" from L.A., named Dwight Hawkins.

Hawkins, Johnny Flores under-rated Featherweight, who at age 17, had KOed bantam champ Jose Beccera, would be Lobito Montoya's showcase L.A. fight. Lobito would not only lose to Dwight Hawkins, but suffer his only KO loss. I can't remember anybody knocking down Lobito Montoya, exceot for Dwight Hawkins.

I would later spar with Montoya, in 1970 & '71, at the Main St. Gym. Montoya was slick, he knew how to move his head, bob & weave, use his shoulders, hands, arms, slip and slide, roll, etc. All these things today;s fans believe were invented by Floyd Mayweather Jr. THis guy was exceptional, and came in as a Featherweight, who should have fought now heavier than lightweight. but he fought the bigger Randy Shields, and Monroe Brooks was a big bite to chew on. However, none of these guys could convince him to leave before the final bell. Except, of course, for Dwight Hawkins.

Lots of up & coming future champs were schooled by Hawkins, such as Beccera and Kuiniaki Shibata. Beccera got even with Hawkins, months later in his hometown of Guadalaara. When they arrived from L.A., Johnny Flores & Hal Benson, Hawkin's managers, were provided a "local" representative, to help the fighters camp with any assitance they might need, such as securing "fresh" bottled water for "The Hawk". The day before the fight, Hawkins becomes violently ill, and of course, the symptoms were clearly that of "Montezuma's Revenge". Somehow, Flores knew that Dwight had been given tap water. Before informing anybody of the fighters illness, Hawkins calls for the "rep" to go retrieve more "bottled" water. When the rep leaves, Flores follows him down the street to an alley, where he refills the five gallon glass bottle from a spicket. Replaces the srew-on metal lid, and heads back to the hotel.

The next evening, a drained Hawkins faced a future all-time bantam great, a violent crowd, Montezuma's revenge and ended up losing.

Damn, sorry Dagos, all you asked about was Lobito Montoya, not the "Dwight Hawkins Story". It's just the name Lobito Montoya, brings back memories of his fight with Hawkins. It was a fight both Flores And Hawkins were concerned about. His recent wins labeled Montoya as a fighter to be respected and reckoned with.


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Rick Farris wrote:Kikibalt wrote:

Rick,

These pics. of Harry, I got'em from a dvd that I have, I put the dvd on the player hit the pause button, and snap the pic. right of the tv.
I'll snap one of Harry as an old man in the next few days, right now I'm having a bad day to do anything.


Frank, that picture of Kabakoff from '51, was taken just months before I was born. I began participating in L.A. boxing in '64, just over a dozen years later. Now, just 12 or 13 years after that picture, Harry looked nothing like he did a few years earlier. I mean, his body and looks really fell apart in that time span.

I recall seeing him for the first time live, in late '65. My dad and I attended the Pimentel-Medel fight at the Sports Arena. Kabakoff was the fat, bald, Hawiian-shirt guy that Scar described. In the photo, he appears to be an early 50's game show host. You know, win a "Week in Hawaii" with "Hula Harry & Friends", courtesy of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Gillette. It would air between, "I Love Lucy" and "The Honeymooners".

A lot of interesting stories related to the Olympic Auditorium, Aileen Eaton, Harry Kabakoff, Howie Steindler, Bennie Georgino, Jackie McCoy, Don Chargin. What an era! (the 60's & 70's, I'm referring to.)


-Rick
Hey Rick,did Mickie Davies run with that group you mentioned? I met him a few times. Seemed like a decent fellow. Once told me he never had a card that went off as planned.[/quote]

You know, Mickey took over as Olympic matchmaker in '65, after Geo. Parnanssus broke away to promote his own cards. Cal & Aileen hired Mickey, who stayed on until '68, when Don Chargin came in. Kabakoff was definitly in the mix during Davies time at the Olympic. PErsonally, I really liked Mickey Davies. I ended up fighting in that little cock-pit you guys called the Coliseum in S.D. Mickey was the matchmaker-promoter.

Speaking of Mickey, in 1966, about a year after the thursday night fights from the Olympic became televised, Davies lived in 29 Palms, a desert community. One week Davies was absent from his ringside post as co-commentator with Dick Enberg. It seems that Davies had been bitten by a rattlesnake, the day before, and was too ill to work. Enberg and Jimmy Lennon Sr. (who sat in for Mickey) both wished Davies a speedy recovery. Enberg stated that Mickey Davies would survive, however, the snake had died from an overdose of scotch.

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Rick Farris wrote:
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Rick Farris wrote:Kikibalt wrote:

Rick,

These pics. of Harry, I got'em from a dvd that I have, I put the dvd on the player hit the pause button, and snap the pic. right of the tv.
I'll snap one of Harry as an old man in the next few days, right now I'm having a bad day to do anything.


Frank, that picture of Kabakoff from '51, was taken just months before I was born. I began participating in L.A. boxing in '64, just over a dozen years later. Now, just 12 or 13 years after that picture, Harry looked nothing like he did a few years earlier. I mean, his body and looks really fell apart in that time span.

I recall seeing him for the first time live, in late '65. My dad and I attended the Pimentel-Medel fight at the Sports Arena. Kabakoff was the fat, bald, Hawiian-shirt guy that Scar described. In the photo, he appears to be an early 50's game show host. You know, win a "Week in Hawaii" with "Hula Harry & Friends", courtesy of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Gillette. It would air between, "I Love Lucy" and "The Honeymooners".

A lot of interesting stories related to the Olympic Auditorium, Aileen Eaton, Harry Kabakoff, Howie Steindler, Bennie Georgino, Jackie McCoy, Don Chargin. What an era! (the 60's & 70's, I'm referring to.)


-Rick
Hey Rick,did Mickie Davies run with that group you mentioned? I met him a few times. Seemed like a decent fellow. Once told me he never had a card that went off as planned.
You know, Mickey took over as Olympic matchmaker in '65, after Geo. Parnanssus broke away to promote his own cards. Cal & Aileen hired Mickey, who stayed on until '68, when Don Chargin came in. Kabakoff was definitly in the mix during Davies time at the Olympic. PErsonally, I really liked Mickey Davies. I ended up fighting in that little cock-pit you guys called the Coliseum in S.D. Mickey was the matchmaker-promoter.

Speaking of Mickey, in 1966, about a year after the thursday night fights from the Olympic became televised, Davies lived in 29 Palms, a desert community. One week Davies was absent from his ringside post as co-commentator with Dick Enberg. It seems that Davies had been bitten by a rattlesnake, the day before, and was too ill to work. Enberg and Jimmy Lennon Sr. (who sat in for Mickey) both wished Davies a speedy recovery. Enberg stated that Mickey Davies would survive, however, the snake had died from an overdose of scotch.

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Rick,

Thats funny!!
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There are loads of fascinating West Coast photos here...

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Rick,

What makes this thread great is been able to go down memory lane, and talk about those fighters from years gone by.
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kikibalt wrote:Rick,

What makes this thread great is been able to go down memory lane, and talk about those fighters from years gone by.

True. It can fill in a some blanks. Sometimes we seem to know part of a story, and somebody else will know the rest of the story. Nobody knows everything, there are few absolutes beyond what I have seen with my own eyes. However, sometimes we just need that missing piece to a puzzle. Quite a few are being found here. And this is a fact- we are just getting started, the best is yet to come from EVERYBODY. Just watch!

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Thanks again to all who have contributed here.
Really great stuff Gents.
The stories, the pictures, the fighters, priceless .
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kikibalt wrote:Rick,

What makes this thread great is been able to go down memory lane, and talk about those fighters from years gone by.
Rick,Thanks for your responses to Montoya and Davies. I had a feeling with that name ,Mickie,that he understood what a drink was all about.

As for you Young Fella,eat them "nopales". The "curadora" in Jiquilpan says it does wonders for diabetes. For that other thing,drink "jugo de alfalfa". Doctor Dagos
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Kiki- I remember this guy very well, although he could never get a fight in L.A. Managed by Johnny Flores, Smith was tall & had these skinny bird legs, however, don't be fooled, he was one of the hardest one-punch hitters at 160lbs. Don't expect to read this fact anywhere else, Hell, the only people aware of "Joltin" Johnny Smith's power were those who stepped into the ring with him, and those with middleweight interests to protect. Smith was not worth the risk, to little to gain, and too much to lose. Smith always ended up fighting in the "other guy's" home town.
There is a tape of Georgie Benton knocking out Johnny Smith with a left hook, right hand combination.

I thought Smith looked like a good fighter. They said he was the middleweight champion of (the West Coast ?). It was his bad luck that for his chance to fight on TV he had Benton as his opponent.

I remember Smith cried in the ring after he recovered and realized he had been KO'd.

Years later I told Benton I had seen (on TV) his KO of Johnny Smith. I said, "It was a right hand."

Benton said, "No, it was a left hook and a right hand."

I said, "Well, the angle on TV must have blocked out the left hook."

Benton said, "Let me show you what I did."

He had a funny look in his eye. He wanted me to stand right in front of him while he demonstrated.

I have seen that funny look before, in the eyes of a fighter who had a less than fulfilling career. Benton certainly had that, being used as a policeman by those who controlled him, until he got too old to fight.

From the funny look in his eye, I knew Benton was back in the moment when he fought Smith. I wasn't about to stand in front of him.

Each time he was about to demonstrate, I took a step back.

He said, "No. No. Stand right there."

Each time I stepped back another step. Until we had covered a number of feet. Everyone in the gym gathered around to watch.

Finally he gave up, disappointed I wouldn't let him 'demonstrate.'

I didn't trust that funny look in his eye.
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This stretches the West Coast out to the Hawaiian Islands,but it involves a couple of fighters that were familiar in the Southland,Domi Manalang and Jose Luis Valdovinos . Believe it or not I used to think I was a surfer. Late in 1968 a bunch of us surf bums saved up enough money delivering pizza and pumping gas to go to Oahu to ride the North Shore.

Well I'll get my big wave experience story over real fast because that's what it was:one big wave. End of my surfing career. The first thing I noticed was that the waves came in twice as fast as they do out here in California. That's because there's no Continental Shelf in Hawaii. The waves come in from the middle of the ocean with nothing slowing them down until they hit them coral reefs. And when they do those waves are monsters. To get to those waves you need to paddle out about a half mile to the reefs. I'm standing on the beach looking at this and thinking I wish I was back at the filling station. As luck would have it,after almost dying of a heart attack paddling out to the break,I catch a wave and "take off" late and go flying off my board suspended in air like a Polaris missle. My surfboard crashes against the coral and splinters resembling the inside of a toothpick factory. What luck! Now I don't have to out there again. No one will lend a "goon" like me their board. Gee Whiz,what tough luck-----NOT.

Well as my buddies were riding the waves,I was in town seeing what trouble I could get into.
I was pretty good with the weights in those days so I found a gym on "Wiki Wiki" Boulavard. Well those local Samoan dudes were as big as islands,but they weren't that strong. I impressed them with how much I could "put up",so I spent most of my time in there instead of in the water.(All the way to Hawaii to lift weights in a gym full of "poi boys". I could have lifted weights in San Diego).

I'll say this, those local guys were sure friendly. One day I asked if there were any fights in Honolulu.
"Yeh,"one of them answered. "We fight all the time on the Boulavard."
"No no. I mean boxing matches."
"Oh. I get you now "howlie boy". This volcano had to weigh over 400 pounds and half his teeth were missing.
"Big fight Saturday at the HUC"(Civic Auditorium)

Domi Manalang,the Philippino bantamweight,was going up against Jose Luis Valdovinos. For a time there was a rivalry between Philippino and Mexican fighters. Later Manalang would draw crowds in LA. against the local talent. Valdovinos was undefeated and Manalang was Honolulu's favorite, so it shaped up to be a big fight. The "Tons of Joy" were going to go to the fight and invited me with them. They wanted to "lift" first at the gym,then suck up a few "Primos"(Hawaiian beer) and then head on over to the Arena. Like I told ya' before,they sure were friendly.

Well one thing I discovered in Hawaii,those "Big Kahunas" couldn't handle alcohol. Not at all. After lifting weights ,one of them brings in a case of Primo beer. We're sittin' and drinkin' a cold one on the benches when I start to notice a shift in attitude with my new pals. After one beer,I start to see that they're changin' color. Their faces are beginning to get flushed and take on this rosy color.
"Hey 'howlie boy' "(white mainlander), says this planet. "You 'howlie boys' like to wrestle?"
I look at my new pals and they're all beginning to take on this rosy complextion and now they're smiling at me with these toothless grins. As big as these dudes were I don't think their IQ's coincided with their size.
"No we don't like to wrestle that much", I said. I'm beginning to think something bad is going to happen.
"Well,I don't know. Shouldn't we be goin' to the fights?"
"We got lots of time for the fights 'howlie boy'. Let's wrestle first"
"Ya know I've got a sore shoulder. Don't want to mess it up". How in the hell do I get out of this?
"You're shoulder is all right. F--k the fights."
Well if I thought if they just wanted to wrestle and that was it,I might have considered,but I'm wonderin' if they've lived on this island too long. And besides after scrutinizin' their faces,they kinda looked all alike.
"Oh well," I sigh. I'm thinking they're going to find me the next morning floating in Pearl Harbor.

Just as I begin to think I won't be able to sit down for the next month,in walks two dudes. Well they looked like dudes. Unlike my rosy buddies, these two characters were slim ,wearing tight pants and I detected eye shadow. One of them was wearing lipstick.
"What are you little boys up to?" one of the joy boys asks.
Well you would have thought the finalists for the Miss Universe Pagaent had just walked in. The "Blob Brothers" got up and went over to these two "island humpers" making all kinds of "goo goo eyes" to get their attention. Like that, I'm on their "pay no mind list". The wrestling matches are cancelled and I want to make my break.
"Hey fellas," I said not too loudly."I got to go"
The "Whale Brothers" are droolin' all over what just walked in and I figure I'm the odd man out. Well I don't know if I was the the only "odd" man in the room,because now I see one of them "Luau Louies" on all fours rubbing his face up and down the leg of "Miss Hawaiian Lay". I get out to the street and don't look back. I flag down a taxi and arrive in time for the fights. The matches were good,the crowd was loud,and Manalang won. A happy Manalang fan wanted to know if I wanted to drink a beer with him. I thanked him and said I had to go. Like I told you before,"These people can sure be friendly."
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Clever boxers get in a tune-up. Sanchez outscored Perez just a month before his stunning win over Gomez.
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Marquez goes to great heights in training for Pacquiao fight

He hopes mountain climbs in Mexico will have him peaking at the right time.

By Kevin Baxter, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer

TOLUCA, Mexico -- For more than six centuries Mexicans have believed there are special powers hidden in the towering Nevado de Toluca volcano.

In pre-Columbian days, Aztec religious leaders would hike the 15,354 feet to the volcano's two craters to make offerings to the feared rain god Tlaloc.

During the last five years, 34-year-old boxer Juan Manuel Marquez has made his own spiritual trek up the side of the mountain, running through the thin air and subfreezing pre-dawn chill every weekend in search of new life.

And the mountain, he's convinced, has provided it.

"I can feel the change since I started coming here," he said after a recent trip to the peak. "I've run with youngsters that are 19, 20, and they can't keep up. I can't say what's coming [but] if I keep training like we're training and the preparation continues working, I can keep going."

Marquez, a super-featherweight, will have a chance to test that theory Saturday when he puts his World Boxing Council title on the line against Filipino Manny Pacquiao in Las Vegas. The bout is a rematch of the most frustrating fight of Marquez's career, a controversial 2004 draw, one of the few blemishes in a 15-year career that has produced 48 wins, 35 knockouts and four world titles.

And Marquez does appear to be getting better with age. Since he started training at Toluca, an hour west of Mexico City, he has lost only one of 13 fights, winning all four of his championships, scoring four knockouts and upsetting countryman Marco Antonio Barrera in a WBC title fight a year ago.

"This is fundamental," he said of his climbs to the mountaintop, where the thin air makes it a struggle just to walk, much less run. "You can't do the work unless you have the strength and mentality to get up and do it. You have to prepare yourself mentally and physically to run at altitude."

The benefits of training at altitude are hardly a secret. Since the thinner air contains less oxygen, the body adapts by producing more oxygen-carrying red blood cells, which the body retains for as many as two weeks after returning to sea level. As a result, altitude training can improve speed, strength and endurance.

Boxers have been trying to capture that for years. Julio Cesar Chavez once trained in Toluca and both Oscar De La Hoya and Shane Mosley built training facilities at Big Bear in the San Bernardino National Forest, drawing fighters such as Barrera, Roberto Guerrero, Floyd Mayweather, Vernon Forrest and Fernando Vargas.

Yet not all altitudes are created equal. At about a mile and a half above sea level, Big Bear is only half as high as Marquez's camp at Toluca's summit. And that makes a big difference, said Abner Mares, an undefeated bantamweight from Hawaiian Gardens who has trained on both mountains.

"I'd be running this at Big Bear with a smile," Mares panted after dropping out of an hour-long run with Marquez after just 20 minutes. "It's not so much the breathing, it's just the legs."

But for Marquez, there's more to the training than just the thin air and steep hills. While De La Hoya's $2.1-million Big Bear retreat featured a 3,900-square-foot main house, a three-bedroom guest house, an indoor spa and waterfall, a steam room, vaulted ceilings and a putting green, Marquez's camp atop Toluca consists of a squat concrete building without heat or electricity.

"We're just there to run, train strong and leave," said Marquez's younger brother Rafael, a former bantamweight and super bantamweight world champion. "Why would we want luxuries? We're in training."

So the Marquezes and their occasional training partners spend sleepless nights shivering under layers of street clothes and as many as three blankets, then rise before the sun to run as a coach follows them in Juan Manuel's green Pathfinder, the SUV's headlights casting an eerie glow on the rugged, rock-strewn trails.

Juan Manuel runs in a down ski jacket, sweat pants and a wool cap, carrying four-pound weights in each of his gloved hands. The hardships are all part of the strategy, said Ernesto Salgado, a former cyclist and marathon runner who devised the brothers' training regime.

"We're always saying that between the humility and the suffering is where you're going to go forward," he said. "When you run alone in the mountains, under adverse conditions, you're training your mind. Because your mind can say no mas. And your legs can keep going.

"That's when you form your character, your will. And how you train is how you compete."

But then again, the Marquez brothers have gotten by without creature comforts for most of their lives. Two of eight children born to a former pro fighter in the hardscrabble Mexico City barrio of Iztapalapa, near the gym where they now train, the boxers didn't consider themselves poor, Rafael said.

"But with eight kids," he added, "money didn't go far."

Shortly after the boys were old enough to stand, their father strapped pillows to their tiny bodies and taught them how to spar.

The boys' first real fights came not in the ring but in the streets and schoolyards of Mexico City's most populous borough, where drug trafficking was almost as popular among the locals as boxing.

"It was dangerous," Rafael said. "So we learned from the time we were little how to defend ourselves."

"In the street," Juan Manuel added playfully, "I was undefeated."

He has done almost as well in the ring, winning 35 of 36 fights and two Golden Gloves titles before turning pro in 1993, 2 1/2 years before his brother. He also was the first Marquez to win a world championship, capturing the IBF featherweight belt with a win over Remigio Molina two weeks before Rafael won the first of his two titles.

Now comes the rematch with Pacquiao, who knocked down Marquez three times in the first round of what the Mexican still calls his "hardest and most difficult fight."

"It was a great fight, but I felt I won," said Marquez, who climbed off the canvas to dominate the rest of the 12-round bout. "This is my opportunity to show who won on Oct. 8, 2004."

And he said he has kept that thought in his head through every step of his runs up Nevado de Toluca, the fourth-highest mountain in Mexico. Oh, and he has been thinking about one other thing: Pacquiao has been training at sea level.

"In training, I feel like I'm getting more air, like I'm stronger, more complete," he said. "Better physical conditioning leads to more confidence.

"There are some fighters who forget about the preparation and just live off their fame. We dedicate ourselves to the preparation."

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dagosd2000 wrote:Rick,Frank,calling all ships

There used to be a Mexican lightweight named "Lobito" Montoya. He fought some of the last main events at the Coliseum. Saw him lose to Jimmy Heair and Randy Shields just before the Coliseum turned into a furniture store. He was a tough kid from what I remember. Know about him?
Wow! You really set me up with this one, DAGOS. I remember that Lobito Montoya was just hitting the top ten ratings as a featherweight, in the late 60's, after upsetting Frankie Crawford, and easily defeating future featherweight champ, Clemente Sanchez. Montoya was unbeaten, and came to L.A. to claim his fame. Now, here is where the sweetness of boxing turned sour for Raul "Lobito" Montoya. The brave management of Mexico'c "Little Wolf", made the mistake of matching him with a "Hawk" from L.A., named Dwight Hawkins.

Hawkins, Johnny Flores under-rated Featherweight, who at age 17, had KOed bantam champ Jose Beccera, would be Lobito Montoya's showcase L.A. fight. Lobito would not only lose to Dwight Hawkins, but suffer his only KO loss. I can't remember anybody knocking down Lobito Montoya, exceot for Dwight Hawkins.

I would later spar with Montoya, in 1970 & '71, at the Main St. Gym. Montoya was slick, he knew how to move his head, bob & weave, use his shoulders, hands, arms, slip and slide, roll, etc. All these things today;s fans believe were invented by Floyd Mayweather Jr. THis guy was exceptional, and came in as a Featherweight, who should have fought now heavier than lightweight. but he fought the bigger Randy Shields, and Monroe Brooks was a big bite to chew on. However, none of these guys could convince him to leave before the final bell. Except, of course, for Dwight Hawkins.

Lots of up & coming future champs were schooled by Hawkins, such as Beccera and Kuiniaki Shibata. Beccera got even with Hawkins, months later in his hometown of Guadalaara. When they arrived from L.A., Johnny Flores & Hal Benson, Hawkin's managers, were provided a "local" representative, to help the fighters camp with any assitance they might need, such as securing "fresh" bottled water for "The Hawk". The day before the fight, Hawkins becomes violently ill, and of course, the symptoms were clearly that of "Montezuma's Revenge". Somehow, Flores knew that Dwight had been given tap water. Before informing anybody of the fighters illness, Hawkins calls for the "rep" to go retrieve more "bottled" water. When the rep leaves, Flores follows him down the street to an alley, where he refills the five gallon glass bottle from a spicket. Replaces the srew-on metal lid, and heads back to the hotel.

The next evening, a drained Hawkins faced a future all-time bantam great, a violent crowd, Montezuma's revenge and ended up losing.

Damn, sorry Dagos, all you asked about was Lobito Montoya, not the "Dwight Hawkins Story". It's just the name Lobito Montoya, brings back memories of his fight with Hawkins. It was a fight both Flores And Hawkins were concerned about. His recent wins labeled Montoya as a fighter to be respected and reckoned with.


-Rick
Rick, you remember that time we were talking and I brought up Lobito Montoya and I was going on about, "Wow, what a jaw, did you ever see this guy on the canvas?" I said that very rhetorically. I didn't expect you to say, "Yeah, Dwight Hawkins put him there." You were of course, absolutely correct. According to what I've researched on Montoya, it looks like the only time he was ever dropped (in the 1st round of their fight. He got up but took a beating and he did not come out for the 8th round). Now remember, besides Clemente Sanchez and Frankie Crawford, he was also in the ring with Esteban DeJesus, Hector Thompson, Alfonso Frazer, Jimmy Heair, Monroe Brooks, Ray Lampkin, Ruben Navarro and Ray Adigun. So that says alot about Hawkins punching power.

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dagosd2000 wrote:This stretches the West Coast out to the Hawaiian Islands,but it involves a couple of fighters that were familiar in the Southland,Domi Manalang and Jose Luis Valdovinos . Believe it or not I used to think I was a surfer. Late in 1968 a bunch of us surf bums saved up enough money delivering pizza and pumping gas to go to Oahu to ride the North Shore.

Well I'll get my big wave experience story over real fast because that's what it was:one big wave. End of my surfing career. The first thing I noticed was that the waves came in twice as fast as they do out here in California. That's because there's no Continental Shelf in Hawaii. The waves come in from the middle of the ocean with nothing slowing them down until they hit them coral reefs. And when they do those waves are monsters. To get to those waves you need to paddle out about a half mile to the reefs. I'm standing on the beach looking at this and thinking I wish I was back at the filling station. As luck would have it,after almost dying of a heart attack paddling out to the break,I catch a wave and "take off" late and go flying off my board suspended in air like a Polaris missle. My surfboard crashes against the coral and splinters resembling the inside of a toothpick factory. What luck! Now I don't have to out there again. No one will lend a "goon" like me their board. Gee Whiz,what tough luck-----NOT.

Well as my buddies were riding the waves,I was in town seeing what trouble I could get into.
I was pretty good with the weights in those days so I found a gym on "Wiki Wiki" Boulavard. Well those local Samoan dudes were as big as islands,but they weren't that strong. I impressed them with how much I could "put up",so I spent most of my time in there instead of in the water.(All the way to Hawaii to lift weights in a gym full of "poi boys". I could have lifted weights in San Diego).

I'll say this, those local guys were sure friendly. One day I asked if there were any fights in Honolulu.
"Yeh,"one of them answered. "We fight all the time on the Boulavard."
"No no. I mean boxing matches."
"Oh. I get you now "howlie boy". This volcano had to weigh over 400 pounds and half his teeth were missing.
"Big fight Saturday at the HUC"(Civic Auditorium)

Domi Manalang,the Philippino bantamweight,was going up against Jose Luis Valdovinos. For a time there was a rivalry between Philippino and Mexican fighters. Later Manalang would draw crowds in LA. against the local talent. Valdovinos was undefeated and Manalang was Honolulu's favorite, so it shaped up to be a big fight. The "Tons of Joy" were going to go to the fight and invited me with them. They wanted to "lift" first at the gym,then suck up a few "Primos"(Hawaiian beer) and then head on over to the Arena. Like I told ya' before,they sure were friendly.

Well one thing I discovered in Hawaii,those "Big Kahunas" couldn't handle alcohol. Not at all. After lifting weights ,one of them brings in a case of Primo beer. We're sittin' and drinkin' a cold one on the benches when I start to notice a shift in attitude with my new pals. After one beer,I start to see that they're changin' color. Their faces are brginnin' to get flushed and take on this rosy color.
"Hey 'howlie boy' "(white mainlander), says this planet. "You 'howlie boys' like to wrestle?"
I look at my new pals and they're all beginning to take on this rosy complextion and now they're smiling at me with these toothless grins. As big as these dudes were I don't think their IQ's coincided with their size.
"No we don't like to wrestle that much", I said. I'm beginning to think something bad is going to happen.
"Well,I don't know. Shouldn't we be goin' to the fights?"
"We got lots of time for the fights 'howlie boy'. Let's wrestle first"
"Ya know I've got a sore shoulder. Don't want to mess it up". How in the hell do I get out of this?
"You're shoulder is all right. F--k the fights."
Well if I thought if they just wanted to wrestle and that was it,I might have considered,but I'm wonderin' if they've lived on this island too long. And besides after scrutinizin' their faces,they kinda looked all alike.
"Oh well," I sigh. I'm thinking they're going to find me the next morning floating in Pearl Harbor.

Just as I begin to think I won't be able to sit down for the next month,in walks two dudes. Well they looked like dudes. Unlike my rosy buddies, these two characters were slim ,wearing tight pants and I detected eye shadow. One of them was wearing lipstick.
"What are you little boys up to?" one of the joy boys asks.
Well you would have thought the finalists for the Miss Universe Pagaent had just walked in. The "Blob Brothers" got up and went over to these two "island humpers" making all kinds of "goo goo eyes" to get their attention. Like that, I'm on their "pay no mind list". The wrestling matches are cancelled and I want to make my break.
"Hey fellas," I said not too loudly."I got to go"
The "Whale Brothers" are droolin' all over what just walked in and I figure I'm the odd man out. Well I don't know if I was the the only "odd" man in the room,because now I see one of them "Luau Louies" on all fours rubbing his face up and down the leg "Miss Hawaiian Lay". I get out to the street and don't look back. I flag down a taxi and arrive in time for the fights. The matches were good,the crowd was loud,and Manalang won. A happy Manalang fan wanted to know if I wanted to drink a beer with him. I thanked him and said I had to go. Like I told you before,"These people can sure be friendly."
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And he won the fight!!
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dagosd2000 wrote:This stretches the West Coast out to the Hawaiian Islands,but it involves a couple of fighters that were familiar in the Southland,Domi Manalang and Jose Luis Valdovinos . Believe it or not I used to think I was a surfer. Late in 1968 a bunch of us surf bums saved up enough money delivering pizza and pumping gas to go to Oahu to ride the North Shore.

Well I'll get my big wave experience story over real fast because that's what it was:one big wave. End of my surfing career. The first thing I noticed was that the waves came in twice as fast as they do out here in California. That's because there's no Continental Shelf in Hawaii. The waves come in from the middle of the ocean with nothing slowing them down until they hit them coral reefs. And when they do those waves are monsters. To get to those waves you need to paddle out about a half mile to the reefs. I'm standing on the beach looking at this and thinking I wish I was back at the filling station. As luck would have it,after almost dying of a heart attack paddling out to the break,I catch a wave and "take off" late and go flying off my board suspended in air like a Polaris missle. My surfboard crashes against the coral and splinters resembling the inside of a toothpick factory. What luck! Now I don't have to out there again. No one will lend a "goon" like me their board. Gee Whiz,what tough luck-----NOT.

Well as my buddies were riding the waves,I was in town seeing what trouble I could get into.
I was pretty good with the weights in those days so I found a gym on "Wiki Wiki" Boulavard. Well those local Samoan dudes were as big as islands,but they weren't that strong. I impressed them with how much I could "put up",so I spent most of my time in there instead of in the water.(All the way to Hawaii to lift weights in a gym full of "poi boys". I could have lifted weights in San Diego).

I'll say this, those local guys were sure friendly. One day I asked if there were any fights in Honolulu.
"Yeh,"one of them answered. "We fight all the time on the Boulavard."
"No no. I mean boxing matches."
"Oh. I get you now "howlie boy". This volcano had to weigh over 400 pounds and half his teeth were missing.
"Big fight Saturday at the HUC"(Civic Auditorium)

Domi Manalang,the Philippino bantamweight,was going up against Jose Luis Valdovinos. For a time there was a rivalry between Philippino and Mexican fighters. Later Manalang would draw crowds in LA. against the local talent. Valdovinos was undefeated and Manalang was Honolulu's favorite, so it shaped up to be a big fight. The "Tons of Joy" were going to go to the fight and invited me with them. They wanted to "lift" first at the gym,then suck up a few "Primos"(Hawaiian beer) and then head on over to the Arena. Like I told ya' before,they sure were friendly.

Well one thing I discovered in Hawaii,those "Big Kahunas" couldn't handle alcohol. Not at all. After lifting weights ,one of them brings in a case of Primo beer. We're sittin' and drinkin' a cold one on the benches when I start to notice a shift in attitude with my new pals. After one beer,I start to see that they're changin' color. Their faces are brginnin' to get flushed and take on this rosy color.
"Hey 'howlie boy' "(white mainlander), says this planet. "You 'howlie boys' like to wrestle?"
I look at my new pals and they're all beginning to take on this rosy complextion and now they're smiling at me with these toothless grins. As big as these dudes were I don't think their IQ's coincided with their size.
"No we don't like to wrestle that much", I said. I'm beginning to think something bad is going to happen.
"Well,I don't know. Shouldn't we be goin' to the fights?"
"We got lots of time for the fights 'howlie boy'. Let's wrestle first"
"Ya know I've got a sore shoulder. Don't want to mess it up". How in the hell do I get out of this?
"You're shoulder is all right. F--k the fights."
Well if I thought if they just wanted to wrestle and that was it,I might have considered,but I'm wonderin' if they've lived on this island too long. And besides after scrutinizin' their faces,they kinda looked all alike.
"Oh well," I sigh. I'm thinking they're going to find me the next morning floating in Pearl Harbor.

Just as I begin to think I won't be able to sit down for the next month,in walks two dudes. Well they looked like dudes. Unlike my rosy buddies, these two characters were slim ,wearing tight pants and I detected eye shadow. One of them was wearing lipstick.
"What are you little boys up to?" one of the joy boys asks.
Well you would have thought the finalists for the Miss Universe Pagaent had just walked in. The "Blob Brothers" got up and went over to these two "island humpers" making all kinds of "goo goo eyes" to get their attention. Like that, I'm on their "pay no mind list". The wrestling matches are cancelled and I want to make my break.
"Hey fellas," I said not too loudly."I got to go"
The "Whale Brothers" are droolin' all over what just walked in and I figure I'm the odd man out. Well I don't know if I was the the only "odd" man in the room,because now I see one of them "Luau Louies" on all fours rubbing his face up and down the leg "Miss Hawaiian Lay". I get out to the street and don't look back. I flag down a taxi and arrive in time for the fights. The matches were good,the crowd was loud,and Manalang won. A happy Manalang fan wanted to know if I wanted to drink a beer with him. I thanked him and said I had to go. Like I told you before,"These people can sure be friendly."
Another great story Dagos. You know. Jose luis Valdovinos was another Guadalajara boy who was pretty good. Unfortunatly, he wasn't of the caliber as Jesus Pimentel, or the best of L.A.'s bantams of the era, but he was a good one. I boxed with him once, or twice at Main St. Gym. The name Domi Manalang is another I rememebr. Domi, a Filipino-Hawaiian, was a lot like a smaller version of Andy Ganigan. The Filipinos have a great history in boxing, especially in the early part of the last century in California. I know that Stockton was a hotbed for Filipino boxers, even back when I was fighting. The movie Fat City, was shot partly in the Stockton era. John Huston directed, and a number of L.A. guys such as myself and Ruben Navarro went to Stockton to appear as background atmosphere for the gym scenes. I believe this took place in late 1970-71. Another Filippino-Hawaiin was Rollie Penaroya, I met him while in Stockton for the gym scenes.

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The Filipinos . . .

This could be a thread all by itself, so DAGOS, don't apologize for strectching things to Hawaii or the Phillipines, it certainly connects with "Classic West Coast Boxing".

One of the great things in getting to know Hap Navarro, was his brilliant history of California boxing. In Hap's case, he was such a part of that history, and the "Golden Age" of West Coast boxing. Hap is, in my opinion, the ultimate living history book of boxing on the West Coast, up until 1965, when he left the business for good.

Hap shared pages of inside info relating to the great Filipinos, the stories that go way beyond the research possible by most generic versions of a "boxing historian". It's easy for members of IBRO who never laced on a glove to sit in libraries going over old news articles, to extract history etc. , and this, of course, is very good. But what really happened in the negotiations leading up to a match? The great thing about Hap is that he actually was a part of the promotion of these histrical fighters and events.

Frank, It was thru Hap Navarro that I was able to learn interesting llittle "non-publicized" stories of the great Enrique Bolanos & Manuel Ortiz. When I hear you & Hap talk about Keeny Teran, Gil Cadilli, Bolanos, Ortiz, etc. I listen very closely.


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kikibalt wrote:Image
And he won the fight!!
I guess even a Baltazar has a rough night occasionally. I saw Frankie fight a lot during his career, but I never saw him lose.
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Rick Farris wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Image
And he won the fight!!
I guess even a Baltazar has a rough night occasionally. I saw Frankie fight a lot during his career, but I never saw him lose.
Later today I'm going to do a pictorial of that fight.
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Salvador Sanchez vs Nicky Perez
I had a fighter fighting in Tucson Az. one time, Nicky Perez was fighting the main, his opponent didn't show up for the weigh-in, now this is in the days of same day weigh-in's, an unless an opponent could be found for Perez, there was going to be no fights that nite, Jimmy Montoya tells the promoter "don't worry I'll fine somebody for Perez" Jimmy goes outside the hotel and grabs the first guy that he sees that looks close to Perez in weigh, offer him a few bucks to fight, the guy tells Jimmy "I never fought, but I'll do it", I could see Jimmy from my room windrow showing the guy how to jab in the parking lot, LOL!!, well he goes 4 rounds before the fight is stopped, the promoter had a after the fights party and the guy is there and is asking Jimmy "papi, when am I fighting again?'
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Guys, there was a ligtheavy that was from Chicago originaly but moved out to California to start his pro career back in the Seventies.
His name was Greg Mcpherson.
He was a pretty decent banger and started out pretty good but lost a few.
Anyone remember him?
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