bennie wrote:Youtube is ninety-nine per cent shite but one per cent is OK. I came across Raul Rojas against Numata the other day and Rojas is killing the Jap then ducks into the wildest uppercut you will ever see in your life and gets sparked.
Bennie,
I have the Rojas/Numata fight, an you're right about that uppercut.
Frankie: did Tony 'ruin' Robin Blake? He was never really the same afterwards, when he looked a 'can't miss' beforehand. Blake came to Britain, incidentally, in the late seventies and dished out a brutal beating to Bradford's Craig Walsh in their amateur 'contest'. It was one of the most one-sided amateur bouts (that wasn't stopped) seen here in years.
bennie wrote:Frankie: did Tony 'ruin' Robin Blake? He was never really the same afterwards, when he looked a 'can't miss' beforehand. Blake came to Britain, incidentally, in the late seventies and dished out a brutal beating to Bradford's Craig Walsh in their amateur 'contest'. It was one of the most one-sided amateur bouts (that wasn't stopped) seen here in years.
Bennie
I think he did, Blake was also rush by Bob Arum, after a fight like the one he had with Tony, Blake needed some time off, but Arum and his manager brought him back a month later, a fight he won, but after that, it was all down hill for Blake, even though he won the fight with Tony, I think he got the worse bearting of the two.
bennie wrote:Frankie: did Tony 'ruin' Robin Blake? He was never really the same afterwards, when he looked a 'can't miss' beforehand. Blake came to Britain, incidentally, in the late seventies and dished out a brutal beating to Bradford's Craig Walsh in their amateur 'contest'. It was one of the most one-sided amateur bouts (that wasn't stopped) seen here in years.
Bennie
I think he did, Blake was also rush by Bob Arum, after a fight like the one he had with Tony, Blake needed some time off, but Arum and his manager brought him back a month later, a fight he won, but after that, it was all down hill for Blake, even though he won the fight with Tony, I think he got the worse bearting of the two.
Bob Arum knows nothing about boxing. His decision to throw a rusty Duran in with Robbie Sims was sickening - even Don King wouldn't have made a rash move like that. The comebacking Duran belted Sims around for a few rounds, inevitably ran out of steam and was very nearly stopped. Duran would have beaten Sims with a 10-round warm-up, but Arum thought he knew better. Defeat cost Duran a rematch with Hagler and a much-needed payday.
bennie wrote:Frankie: did Tony 'ruin' Robin Blake? He was never really the same afterwards, when he looked a 'can't miss' beforehand. Blake came to Britain, incidentally, in the late seventies and dished out a brutal beating to Bradford's Craig Walsh in their amateur 'contest'. It was one of the most one-sided amateur bouts (that wasn't stopped) seen here in years.
Bennie
I think he did, Blake was also rush by Bob Arum, after a fight like the one he had with Tony, Blake needed some time off, but Arum and his manager brought him back a month later, a fight he won, but after that, it was all down hill for Blake, even though he won the fight with Tony, I think he got the worse bearting of the two.
Bob Arum knows nothing about boxing. His decision to throw a rusty Duran in with Robbie Sims was sickening - even Don King wouldn't have made a rash move like that. The comebacking Duran belted Sims around for a few rounds, inevitably ran out of steam and was very nearly stopped. Duran would have beaten Sims with a 10-round warm-up, but Arum thought he knew better. Defeat cost Duran a rematch with Hagler and a much-needed payday.
Bennie,
You're right about Arum not knowing much about boxing, both him and King're all about making money, these guys're your best friends as long as they need you, once they don't need you, they don't even know you.
Su verdadero nombre era Jesús Porfirio López García, nacido en Hermosillo Sonora, México, en la Colonia el Mariachi, el 15 de Septiembre de 1926. Empezó en el boxeo de muy joven como a los 16 años de edad. Fué descubierto por Oscar "El Chapo " Romo. Paulino vendía menudo de casa en casa, fué cuando Oscar Romo lo conoció y vió en El aptitudes para el boxeo. Oscar tenía un Don especial para descubrir talentos, tales son los casos de Tony "El Chino Mar", Chucho y Memo Llanes, Baby Escobar, Memo Garmendia, entre otros, y Paulino no fué la excepción. Chapo Romo lo invitó a entrenar y se dió cuenta que Paulino tenía habilidades naturales para el boxeo. Oscar Romo le busco un nombre profesional para Jesús, y El Chapo Romo, tenía un Tío Llamado Paulino Montes y asi lo bautizó Profesionalmente para el boxeo, agregandole "El Menudero", porque Paulino vendía menudo. Oscar fué puliendo a Paulino y descubriendo en El, Sú increible gancho al hígado, que para muchos criticos era superior al del Gran Kid Azteca. En muchas peleas logro quebrar a varios las costillas, buscado el hígado, tales son los casos de Buddy García, Ralph Smith, Ted Agapio, Kid Guadalajara, Trejo Luna y a otros tantos. Paulino Montes falleció el 10 de Junio de 1976, fué atropellado en las calles rayón y blvd. Luis Encinas en Hermosillo.Esta página es un sencillo homenaje a Paulino Montes, iremos agregando más detalles de Sú vida, y buscaremos más información acerca de El. Se apreciará mucho, si tienen algo que compartir acerca de El Menudero, fotos, cronicas y si es posible, videos se los agradecere.
bennie wrote:Frankie: did Tony 'ruin' Robin Blake? He was never really the same afterwards, when he looked a 'can't miss' beforehand. Blake came to Britain, incidentally, in the late seventies and dished out a brutal beating to Bradford's Craig Walsh in their amateur 'contest'. It was one of the most one-sided amateur bouts (that wasn't stopped) seen here in years.
Bennie
I think he did, Blake was also rush by Bob Arum, after a fight like the one he had with Tony, Blake needed some time off, but Arum and his manager brought him back a month later, a fight he won, but after that, it was all down hill for Blake, even though he won the fight with Tony, I think he got the worse bearting of the two.
I remember Tonys fight with Blake real well.
I even remember where I watched it.
It was a war and Blake took some bombs no doubt.
They threw Blake in with Tyrone "Butterfly " Cawley later on who was a cutie and he outboxed and beat Blake and that derailed things.
What did they need Cawley for?
It was the wrong fight for Blake who was a banger and looked good against guys who came to him.
Cawley was always on his bicycle.
I've always got one eye open when it comes to the female teachers on this campus. I know some of you guys think I'm awful,but to be honest,my bark is louder than my bite. Besides ,most of the male teachers around here, I think, squat to pee. I don't associate much with them. If I did ,I think my voice would go up a few ranges after a while.
This gal down a few rooms from me is all right. She won't win any beauty titles,but she's got a great smile, and the more I visit her in her early morning class,she's starting to become dangerous. She's probably around 40. She grew up in the Fresno area in a Mexican family. She's been on her own since she was 18 and now she's a teacher,married,and with a family. Well she confides in me that her kids are a handfull. She's got one son here, and he's a pain in the ass with his teachers. Always screwing around.
I asked her what her husband does about discipling the kid,and her response is that he leaves the upbringing and disciplining up to her. I see that a lot around here with the kids. Mom is at all the parent conferences because dad doesn't want to participate. The result is a major problem because any way you look at it,a Mexican boy knows he's in the driver's seat with his mother. Every morning her son walks in her room(as I'm sitting there)and she's got this glowing smile on her face and a 5 spot in her hand. His lunch money.
The kid's not a sissy and he's kind of athletic. She tells me that he likes to play football(Pop Warner) and he gets in his share of fights. I suggested that she get him into boxing. I told her that not only would it discipline him,but that he'd understsnd how to control his behavior. Maybe it's different today,but I remember the guys that fought in my era conducted themselves pretty good in public. They didn't have to prove how tough they were out of the ring,only inside the ring. I think if the kid went to the gym everyday,his behavior problem wouldn't be a problem any more.
She told me she discussed it with her husband and that they're going to give it a try. Their kid is a little hesitant about it because that's not the traditional path for boys when it comes to participating in sports,but what the hell,he may love it. Besides,if this boxing thing works out.... Well there I go again. Let's just say I don't want my voice to get any higher.
dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
Remember this welterweight? Ronnie Harris. Not quite a contender,but a nice boxer. I rememder he didn;t hit very hard.
diego,
when was Harris fighting? I can't seem to remember him.
I remember Lonnie Harris.
Frank and Pug
I see how you could get Ronnie confused cwith Lonnie Harris. Ronnie fough Kadota at the Olympic,I think in the late 60's. Harris lost a split decision. That was his shot at moving up. I think he was a junior welterweight.
Expug wrote:I remember the Middleweight Ronnie Harris who was an OlympicChamp and fought Hugo Corro for the title. Southpaw I think.
Pug
You're right,but there was another Ronnie Harris,also a middleweight.Lonnie Harris was a middleweight too. Bill Slayton trained him. He was in Norton's stable. I saw THIS Harris fight at the Coliseum. Not much of a puncher, either. Not much of a crowd pleaser too.
Expug wrote:I remember the Middleweight Ronnie Harris who was an OlympicChamp and fought Hugo Corro for the title. Southpaw I think.
Pug
You're right,but there was another Ronnie Harris,also a middleweight.. Bill Slayton trained him. He was in Norton's stable. I saw THIS Harris fight at the Coliseum. Not much of a puncher, either. Not much of a crowd pleaser too.
It seemed like Ronnie the contender was around forever but didnt really capture the fans too much.
Lotta good middleweights to choose from back then though.
Expug wrote:I remember the Middleweight Ronnie Harris who was an OlympicChamp and fought Hugo Corro for the title. Southpaw I think.
Pug
You're right,but there was another Ronnie Harris,also a middleweight.. Bill Slayton trained him. He was in Norton's stable. I saw THIS Harris fight at the Coliseum. Not much of a puncher, either. Not much of a crowd pleaser too.
It seemed like Ronnie the contender was around forever but didnt really capture the fans too much.
Lotta good middleweights to choose from back then though.
You're right Pug. The junior welter Ronnie and the Lonnie I saw at the Coliseum were a cure for insomnia.
Su verdadero nombre era Jesús Porfirio López García, nacido en Hermosillo Sonora, México, en la Colonia el Mariachi, el 15 de Septiembre de 1926. Empezó en el boxeo de muy joven como a los 16 años de edad. Fué descubierto por Oscar "El Chapo " Romo. Paulino vendía menudo de casa en casa, fué cuando Oscar Romo lo conoció y vió en El aptitudes para el boxeo. Oscar tenía un Don especial para descubrir talentos, tales son los casos de Tony "El Chino Mar", Chucho y Memo Llanes, Baby Escobar, Memo Garmendia, entre otros, y Paulino no fué la excepción. Chapo Romo lo invitó a entrenar y se dió cuenta que Paulino tenía habilidades naturales para el boxeo. Oscar Romo le busco un nombre profesional para Jesús, y El Chapo Romo, tenía un Tío Llamado Paulino Montes y asi lo bautizó Profesionalmente para el boxeo, agregandole "El Menudero", porque Paulino vendía menudo. Oscar fué puliendo a Paulino y descubriendo en El, Sú increible gancho al hígado, que para muchos criticos era superior al del Gran Kid Azteca. En muchas peleas logro quebrar a varios las costillas, buscado el hígado, tales son los casos de Buddy García, Ralph Smith, Ted Agapio, Kid Guadalajara, Trejo Luna y a otros tantos. Paulino Montes falleció el 10 de Junio de 1976, fué atropellado en las calles rayón y blvd. Luis Encinas en Hermosillo.Esta página es un sencillo homenaje a Paulino Montes, iremos agregando más detalles de Sú vida, y buscaremos más información acerca de El. Se apreciará mucho, si tienen algo que compartir acerca de El Menudero, fotos, cronicas y si es posible, videos se los agradecere.
Hey Frank
You been working on your Spanish? Not bad.
dagosd2000 wrote:I've always got one eye open when it comes to the female teachers on this campus. I know some of you guys think I'm awful,but to be honest,my bark is louder than my bite. Besides ,most of the male teachers around here, I think, squat to pee. I don't associate much with them. If I did ,I think my voice would go up a few ranges after a while.
This gal down a few rooms from me is all right. She won't win any beauty titles,but she's got a great smile, and the more I visit her in her early morning class,she's starting to become dangerous. She's probably around 40. She grew up in the Fresno area in a Mexican family. She's been on her own since she was 18 and now she's a teacher,married,and with a family. Well she confides in me that her kids are a handfull. She's got one son here, and he's a pain in the ass with his teachers. Always screwing around.
I asked her what her husband does about discipling the kid,and her response is that he leaves the upbringing and disciplining up to her. I see that a lot around here with the kids. Mom is at all the parent conferences because dad doesn't want to participate. The result is a major problem because any way you look at it,a Mexican boy knows he's in the driver's seat with his mother. Every morning her son walks in her room(as I'm sitting there)and she's got this glowing smile on her face and a 5 spot in her hand. His lunch money.
The kid's not a sissy and he's kind of athletic. She tells me that he likes to play football(Pop Warner) and he gets in his share of fights. I suggested that she get him into boxing. I told her that not only would it discipline him,but that he'd understsnd how to control his behavior. Maybe it's different today,but I remember the guys that fought in my era conducted themselves pretty good in public. They didn't have to prove how tough they were out of the ring,only inside the ring. I think if the kid went to the gym everyday,his behavior problem wouldn't be a problem any more.
She told me she discussed it with her husband and that they're going to give it a try. Their kid is a little hesitant about it because that's not the traditional path for boys when it comes to participating in sports,but what the hell,he may love it. Besides,if this boxing thing works out.... Well there I go again. Let's just say I don't want my voice to get any higher.
We called him Big Red ,but that wasn't his real name. His name was Jose Vera.He wa a taxicab driver in TJ . He stood on the corner of 2nd and Revolution always wearing this red jacket.The last time I saw him was the last time Baby Vasquez fought as a pro. Big Red was kind of a heavy set guy with a constant 5 o'clock shadow. He had this "chesire cat" grin,and a mind that was always on the prowl thinking of some kind of mischief to get into.
Sometimes I wondered how Big Red made a living because it wasn't difficult to talk him away from his corner to go out to have a good time. Baby Vasquez was to fight at the Auditorium and Big Red was willing ti join us and take us there free of charge. Vasquez was the veteran Mexican fighter who had laced them up all over the Republic and the States. He had fought in every tank town and dingy arena there was and knew all the tricks about fightin' . He wasn't a big puncher so he utilized all the knowlege he'd accumulated in over a hundred fights to out smart his opponents. He could make a puncher miss and outbox the boxer. Baby Vasquez would snap a jab in your face and hook off it ,go into a clinch and let you taste an uppercut on the way in. He'd slap a right hand on your kidney before the break and then give you a different look the next time. He'd work just enough to gas an opponent. Make him miss more than he wanted,and if you didn't know what you were doing in there, you wouldn't want to fight him a second time. He was the consumate pro. After all those fights,he was still clean.
Well if Vasquez was the consumate fighter,Big Red was the consumate cab driver. Traffic lights and intersections were driven through with an arrogance that was the signature of the Tijuana cab driver. I remember the night being very dark and cold. There were taco stands outside the Auditorium and with the cold,the warm aroma of the tacos frying made us hungry. We chomped away on "tacos al vapor" until we were satisfied, and went inside. The Auditorium was packed with the usual"aficianados" who were ready to raise hell even they had to break all the rules to do it.
Sugar Ramos was an the card too. Ramos was the main event,but I was looking forward to watch the master. As old as Vasquez was,he could always seem to find something that would work against the guy he was fighting. Vasquez was fighting a much younger fighter,but after the opening bell, it was evident this kid would have his hands full. Not that it was a walk in the park for Vasquez. His brain had all that expertise,but after a long career,his body couldn't implement his ideas like he wanted. Vasquez was working harder each fight,but this kid couldn't give him much trouble. Besides the kid couldn't punch very hard,and Vasquez made sure when the kid did throw something ,he couldn't throw it with the proper leverage. Vasquez won pretty easily. The crowd was with him. His trainer put on his robe that said"Baby Vasquez" on the back written in black script. Nothing flashy or pretentious. Vasquez's tricks were in the ring. He was a cutey. After the fight he'd be standing there the winner more often than not. He wasn't a killer. He was a survivor. He wasn't stronger,but was smarter.He'd gotten through it the winner. When the dust cleared, he was in his corner not even breathing hard. Like the cockroach,la cucaracha,he was still there. The Cantinflas of the ring. The underdog who won.
We started to file out,but I noticed that Big Red was stumbling. He looked like he'd lost his balance. At first I thought he was having a heart attack. But when we got outside I looked into his face. It was contorted and his eyes were liquid. He'd taken something.
"Let me drive. No puedes a manajar".
"Chinga tus pinchis madres gringos",slurred the cab driver.
Big Red wavered in front of his cab,and opened the door. I could see his head rotating in front of the steering wheel. He started the engine and tromped on the gas skidding out of the parking lot. There was no way we were going to ride with him. He bolted out into the street and side swiped about a a half dozen cars blazing away up the Boulevard.
We walked around the corner to where there were a string of cabs waiting for fares. As we were waiting,I could see a group exiting the side of the Auditorium. It was Baby Vasquez and some friends. Vasquez was wearing this tight black leather jacket, He looked at ease sharing in a joke with his friends. You'd never had guessed he'd just gone ten rounds in a fight. His little entourage walked by us and disappeared into the street.
After that night I went back to 2nd and Revolution,but none of the other cab drivers knew where he was. One driver thought he might have gone to Mexico City to see his sick mother. Another guy said he had heard from someone that Big Red was in jail for selling drugs. No one knew for sure. The only thing I knew for sure was how bad he looked after leaving the Auditorium that night.
I hadn't thought much of Baby Vasquez after that night. Then Frank posted his picture on the thread. Vasquez was in his stance. He has a little smirk on his face like he's saying to his opponent,"Now you see me,now you don't."
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