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Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Heartbreaking. It really is.
I remember watching a segment on Tv a couple years before Jerry died.As you guys know he was living with his Mom.
The interviewer asked Jerry how he got hurt, as at this time he was really having trouble.
Jerry said "Football".
I'll never forget that answer.It hit me hard.
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dagosd2000 wrote:
Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Randy

You probably weren't around when I posted this Quarry story. It was 1968. Jim Healy was doing a show in LA. on Channel 5. Sports talk. His guests that night were Deacon Jones and Jerry Quarry. Well Deacon had just finished second in the MVP voting in the NFL.Quarry had just lost to Joe Frazier.

Healy asks Deacon the key to his success. Deacon is all full of himself and goes on to tell the world that it has to to with confidence. Believing in yourself. All the while Quarry is sitting next to him kind of impassive listening to all of Deacon's boasting. Finally Jones turns to Quarry and says,"If I wanted to,I could be Heavyweight Champ of The World. Like a jack in the box,Quarry pops out of his seat and stands over Jones clenching his fists.
"Come on mother f----r,.Right now. I'm going to kick your ass."(Live TV).
Stone cold silence. The Deacon slumps in his chair with this chcken shit liitle smile. All the while you think Jerry's gonna pounce on him. Healy says,"We'll be back after this commercial."
After the commercial,the Deacon was gone.Probably thanking God that Quarry didn't kick his ass.
The boxing world could use a Jerry Quarry today, especially the heavyweights. What do you think Jerry would do with this bunch?
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Expug wrote:
Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Heartbreaking. It really is.
I remember watching a segment on Tv a couple years before Jerry died.As you guys know he was living with his Mom.
The interviewer asked Jerry how he got hurt, as at this time he was really having trouble.
Jerry said "Football".
I'll never forget that answer.It hit me hard.
It was a sad way for a man like Jerry to end up. His brother Mike ended up the same way.
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Randyman wrote:
dagosd2000 wrote:
Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Randy

You probably weren't around when I posted this Quarry story. It was 1968. Jim Healy was doing a show in LA. on Channel 5. Sports talk. His guests that night were Deacon Jones and Jerry Quarry. Well Deacon had just finished second in the MVP voting in the NFL.Quarry had just lost to Joe Frazier.

Healy asks Deacon the key to his success. Deacon is all full of himself and goes on to tell the world that it has to to with confidence. Believing in yourself. All the while Quarry is sitting next to him kind of impassive listening to all of Deacon's boasting. Finally Jones turns to Quarry and says,"If I wanted to,I could be Heavyweight Champ of The World. Like a jack in the box,Quarry pops out of his seat and stands over Jones clenching his fists.
"Come on mother f----r,.Right now. I'm going to kick your ass."(Live TV).
Stone cold silence. The Deacon slumps in his chair with this chcken shit liitle smile. All the while you think Jerry's gonna pounce on him. Healy says,"We'll be back after this commercial."
After the commercial,the Deacon was gone.Probably thanking God that Quarry didn't kick his ass.
The boxing world could use a Jerry Quarry today, especially the heavyweights. What do you think Jerry would do with this bunch?
Pal the question was asked on another thread about how Jerry would do against the Klitscko's.I said Jerry would walk through these two guys. Jerry had no problem with big heavyweights who stalled around. Mac Foster for example. You had to be stronger and fight Jerry real hard to beat him. Jerry would see these big Ukrainians really didn't like to trade and he'd sense fear in them. This would get Jerry's Irish temper going. "Just because you're bigger ,you think you can kick my ass?" Go tell it to Deacon Jones. He stops both on the same night.
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I wrote this a couple of years ago. It explains how I feel about boxing. I apologize if it takes up a lot of space.

What I Love About Boxing.
How can I explain what boxing means to me? Why do I love boxing and boxers so much? To some people it is just two Neanderthals, slugging it out. To others it is a game of strategy, one man out thinking and outfighting another, using his brain to win the fight. And still to others it is just another sport to be viewed and cheered (or jeered) and bet on. And it is all those things, but to me, and to real fight fans, it is like an unfolding drama, an opera being played, each round representing another act. If you look closely enough you will see the human drama that is being played out in the ring.

Where, but in the ring is a man truly naked to the world, every virtue and every character flaw visible for all the world to see. Where but in boxing can a man be on top of the world one day (think Mike Tyson, Buster Douglas, Roberto Duran) and hit rock bottom the very next? And where but in boxing can someone fall so low, and fight his way back to a championship and respect, as Duran did. It took the entire 1980's for Duran, to comeback from the "No Mas" fight with Sugar Ray Leonard; losing a decision to Wilfredo Benitez, beating Davey Moore for the Junior Middleweight title, fighting a much bigger Marvin Hagler, the Middleweight Champion, to a standstill (Duran was a natural lightweight) in a great losing effort, and getting knocked out by Tommy Hearns, in possibly Hearns greatest knockout ever, and then in 1989, nearing forty years of age, fought and beat Iran Barkley to win the Middleweight title.

Buster Douglas, a mediocre fighter at best, having fought the fight of his life, knocking out Mike Tyson and winning the Heavyweight title, in what may be the greatest upset of any sport, lost the heavyweight title, in humiliating fashion, in his very first defense, against Evander Holyfield. Holyfield himself was thought to be washed up and easy prey for Mike Tyson a few years later, but rose to the occasion, in their classic good guy vs. bad guy battles in the 1990's, beating and humiliating Tyson, so bad, that Tyson snapped in their second fight and bit Evander in the ear, not once, but twice, thereby getting disqualified, which I believe was his intention.

How easy it is, to call a fighter a bum, when he loses a fight, especially when he loses in what appears to be in embarrassing fashion, until you step back and look at the big picture. Even the lowly "tomato can", a club fighter with more losses than wins, used just for the purpose of building up the record of an up and coming fighter, devoid of any great skills, speed and a decent punch, deserves our respect, when you think about what heart, what courage, what mental stamina it takes, to step into the ring against the likes of Mike Tyson, Muhommed Ali, George Foreman, Oscar De La Hoya or any number of great fighters, knowing full well your whole purpose for the evening is to get beat up, maybe knocked out, possibly worse. Still they make that lonely walk from the dressing room, down the aisle and into the ring, hoping beyond hope that "Maybe, just maybe, this is my lucky night". And when it is all over, and though the world may call him a bum, still he stands tall, because he knows what he has done and what it took to do it. The late Jerry Quarry, may he rest in peace, said it best "No coward ever stepped into the ring". He should know, there were none braver.
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Randyman wrote:
Expug wrote:
Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Heartbreaking. It really is.
I remember watching a segment on Tv a couple years before Jerry died.As you guys know he was living with his Mom.
The interviewer asked Jerry how he got hurt, as at this time he was really having trouble.
Jerry said "Football".
I'll never forget that answer.It hit me hard.
It was a sad way for a man like Jerry to end up. His brother Mike ended up the same way.
Randy,when Pug shared that with us,it was like religion. I remember Jerry being interviewd after stopping Foster. Nothing but admiration for Mac who was a Marine. Jerry Quarry backing you up? Like having the 1st Marine Division with you at Okinawa..
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dagosd2000 wrote:
Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Randy

You probably weren't around when I posted this Quarry story. It was 1968. Jim Healy was doing a show in LA. on Channel 5. Sports talk. His guests that night were Deacon Jones and Jerry Quarry. Well Deacon had just finished second in the MVP voting in the NFL.Quarry had just lost to Joe Frazier.

Healy asks Deacon the key to his success. Deacon is all full of himself and goes on to tell the world that it has to to with confidence. Believing in yourself. All the while Quarry is sitting next to him kind of impassive listening to all of Deacon's boasting. Finally Jones turns to Quarry and says,"If I wanted to,I could be Heavyweight Champ of The World. Like a jack in the box,Quarry pops out of his seat and stands over Jones clenching his fists.
"Come on mother f----r,.Right now. I'm going to kick your ass."(Live TV).
Stone cold silence. The Deacon slumps in his chair with this chcken shit liitle smile. All the while you think Jerry's gonna pounce on him. Healy says,"We'll be back after this commercial."
After the commercial,the Deacon was gone.Probably thanking God that Quarry didn't kick his ass.
Randy & Roger . . . These are two very good stories. As you know, I wrote a story about Jerry shortly after his death. It was the first story I'd ever about anybody and a bit crude with regard to structure, etc. I've always wanted write a second story on Jerry, one that goes a little deeper than the first, and hopefully reflects a little more writing skill. I've decided to make this story a chapter in a book I'm in the early stages of writing, one about the many L.A. boxers from my era that influenced me, and made a big splash in the world of boxing. When I get to Jerry's story, I would like your blessing to include both of these stories, just as you have written them and, of course, crediting you both as the source.

Dagos, your story was SO Jerry Quarry! I can see him doing that, and it's stories of this type that truly define the mind of Jerry Quarry, and that of any real fighter. A guy like Jones made his bones on the football field and has received his accolades. His behavior was that of a moron, and one who proved just how far he'd have gone in the ring had dared exchange blows with a real heavyweight contender.

Here is another tale that is very much the same, only this one involves Dick Butkus and Larry Czonka. One day in the 70's, I was watching the Mike Douglas show which was broadcast from Philadelphia. Douglas's guest stars were the two football greats mentioned above. At the time, both were on the tail ends of their football careers and making noise about challenging Muhammed Ali and Joe Frazier in a tag-team type of fight, in the ring. As Czonka explained how he would upend Ali and crush him to the mat, Butkus suggested he's love to go toe-to-toe with Smokin' Joe, before he finished him off on the ground.

Douglas waited patiently as the two blew smoke up the viewers ass about what they'd do to the two former heavyweight champs. When they finished, Douglas said he was very impressed, but there was a guy back stage who might like to comment on their plans. As the two waited to see who the mystery guest was, Douglas introduced him . . . "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the former heavyweight champion of the world, Philadelphia's own, SMOKING JOE FRAZIER!" The look on the football heros faces said it all. They looked like they'd just found a turd in their punch bowl.

Frazier quietly walked out, with that look on his face he had when he stared down an opponent during the ref's instructions. He walked right over to Butkus, leaned down and pushed his nose against the Chicago linebacker's face and asked, "you got something you want to say to me???" The whole personna of tough Dick Butkus took an immediate dump as he gulped and squeaked out a weak . . . "Hi ya, Joe". Frazier then turned his eyes on Czonka who smiled sheepishly and mumbled, "we were just having some fun pal. How ya doing buddy, uh, we were talking more about Ali, and I thought you really whipped him last time out." With that Frazier, slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand and said, "So you guys wanna fight???" Both slinked down in their chair and started to talk about how they were just having fun and no disrespect intended, etc. Like Jim Healy, Mike Douglas called for a quick commercial.

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Great Reading! It just gets better all the time!.....thanks to each and every ongoing contributor. Coming to this thread gives me that smile that I had when I was a kid and I used to go to the candy store....or the feeling I'm certain my next door neighbor (who is a cop) gets when he walks into Dunkin' Donuts.
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Randyman wrote:I wrote this a couple of years ago. It explains how I feel about boxing. I apologize if it takes up a lot of space.

What I Love About Boxing.
How can I explain what boxing means to me? Why do I love boxing and boxers so much? To some people it is just two Neanderthals, slugging it out. To others it is a game of strategy, one man out thinking and outfighting another, using his brain to win the fight. And still to others it is just another sport to be viewed and cheered (or jeered) and bet on. And it is all those things, but to me, and to real fight fans, it is like an unfolding drama, an opera being played, each round representing another act. If you look closely enough you will see the human drama that is being played out in the ring.

Where, but in the ring is a man truly naked to the world, every virtue and every character flaw visible for all the world to see. Where but in boxing can a man be on top of the world one day (think Mike Tyson, Buster Douglas, Roberto Duran) and hit rock bottom the very next? And where but in boxing can someone fall so low, and fight his way back to a championship and respect, as Duran did. It took the entire 1980's for Duran, to comeback from the "No Mas" fight with Sugar Ray Leonard; losing a decision to Wilfredo Benitez, beating Davey Moore for the Junior Middleweight title, fighting a much bigger Marvin Hagler, the Middleweight Champion, to a standstill (Duran was a natural lightweight) in a great losing effort, and getting knocked out by Tommy Hearns, in possibly Hearns greatest knockout ever, and then in 1989, nearing forty years of age, fought and beat Iran Barkley to win the Middleweight title.

Buster Douglas, a mediocre fighter at best, having fought the fight of his life, knocking out Mike Tyson and winning the Heavyweight title, in what may be the greatest upset of any sport, lost the heavyweight title, in humiliating fashion, in his very first defense, against Evander Holyfield. Holyfield himself was thought to be washed up and easy prey for Mike Tyson a few years later, but rose to the occasion, in their classic good guy vs. bad guy battles in the 1990's, beating and humiliating Tyson, so bad, that Tyson snapped in their second fight and bit Evander in the ear, not once, but twice, thereby getting disqualified, which I believe was his intention.

How easy it is, to call a fighter a bum, when he loses a fight, especially when he loses in what appears to be in embarrassing fashion, until you step back and look at the big picture. Even the lowly "tomato can", a club fighter with more losses than wins, used just for the purpose of building up the record of an up and coming fighter, devoid of any great skills, speed and a decent punch, deserves our respect, when you think about what heart, what courage, what mental stamina it takes, to step into the ring against the likes of Mike Tyson, Muhommed Ali, George Foreman, Oscar De La Hoya or any number of great fighters, knowing full well your whole purpose for the evening is to get beat up, maybe knocked out, possibly worse. Still they make that lonely walk from the dressing room, down the aisle and into the ring, hoping beyond hope that "Maybe, just maybe, this is my lucky night". And when it is all over, and though the world may call him a bum, still he stands tall, because he knows what he has done and what it took to do it. The late Jerry Quarry, may he rest in peace, said it best "No coward ever stepped into the ring". He should know, there were none braver.
Randy, your last paragraph reminds me of "Lucero" who was played by Sixto Rodriguez in the all time great movie "Fat City".
That guy had dignity.
Rode into town by himself on the bus just him and his duffell bag.
Probably fought a week prior in Mexico, as he was pissing blood.
Gets beat by the comebacking Billy Tully, goes back home on the bus by himself to wait for the next call , next fight, next payday.
Anyone anywhere.
Thats boxing.
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Rick Farris wrote:
dagosd2000 wrote:
Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.
"
We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
Randy

You probably weren't around when I posted this Quarry story. It was 1968. Jim Healy was doing a show in LA. on Channel 5. Sports talk. His guests that night were Deacon Jones and Jerry Quarry. Well Deacon had just finished second in the MVP voting in the NFL.Quarry had just lost to Joe Frazier.

Healy asks Deacon the key to his success. Deacon is all full of himself and goes on to tell the world that it has to to with confidence. Believing in yourself. All the while Quarry is sitting next to him kind of impassive listening to all of Deacon's boasting. Finally Jones turns to Quarry and says,"If I wanted to,I could be Heavyweight Champ of The World. Like a jack in the box,Quarry pops out of his seat and stands over Jones clenching his fists.
"Come on mother f----r,.Right now. I'm going to kick your ass."(Live TV).
Stone cold silence. The Deacon slumps in his chair with this chcken shit liitle smile. All the while you think Jerry's gonna pounce on him. Healy says,"We'll be back after this commercial."
After the commercial,the Deacon was gone.Probably thanking God that Quarry didn't kick his ass.
Randy & Roger . . . These are two very good stories. As you know, I wrote a story about Jerry shortly after his death. It was the first story I'd ever about anybody and a bit crude with regard to structure, etc. I've always wanted write a second story on Jerry, one that goes a little deeper than the first, and hopefully reflects a little more writing skill. I've decided to make this story a chapter in a book I'm in the early stages of writing, one about the many L.A. boxers from my era that influenced me, and made a big splash in the world of boxing. When I get to Jerry's story, I would like your blessing to include both of these stories, just as you have written them and, of course, crediting you both as the source.

Dagos, your story was SO Jerry Quarry! I can see him doing that, and it's stories of this type that truly define the mind of Jerry Quarry, and that of any real fighter. A guy like Jones made his bones on the football field and has received his accolades. His behavior was that of a moron, and one who proved just how far he'd have gone in the ring had dared exchange blows with a real heavyweight contender.

Here is another tale that is very much the same, only this one involves Dick Butkus and Larry Czonka. One day in the 70's, I was watching the Mike Douglas show which was broadcast from Philadelphia. Douglas's guest stars were the two football greats mentioned above. At the time, both were on the tail ends of their football careers and making noise about challenging Muhammed Ali and Joe Frazier in a tag-team type of fight, in the ring. As Czonka explained how he would upend Ali and crush him to the mat, Butkus suggested he's love to go toe-to-toe with Smokin' Joe, before he finished him off on the ground.

Douglas waited patiently as the two blew smoke up the viewers ass about what they'd do to the two former heavyweight champs. When they finished, Douglas said he was very impressed, but there was a guy back stage who might like to comment on their plans. As the two waited to see who the mystery guest was, Douglas introduced him . . . "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the former heavyweight champion of the world, Philadelphia's own, SMOKING JOE FRAZIER!" The look on the football heros faces said it all. They looked like they'd just found a turd in their punch bowl.

Frazier quietly walked out, with that look on his face he had when he stared down an opponent during the ref's instructions. He walked right over to Butkus, leaned down and pushed his nose against the Chicago linebacker's face and asked, "you got something you want to say to me???" The whole personna of tough Dick Butkus took an immediate dump as he gulped and squeaked out a weak . . . "Hi ya, Joe". Frazier then turned his eyes on Czonka who smiled sheepishly and mumbled, "we were just having some fun pal. How ya doing buddy, uh, we were talking more about Ali, and I thought you really whipped him last time out." With that Frazier, slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand and said, "So you guys wanna fight???" Both slinked down in their chair and started to talk about how they were just having fun and no disrespect intended, etc. Like Jim Healy, Mike Douglas called for a quick commercial.

-Rick
I loved that story Rick. They no doubt crapped in their pants. It's funny how easy some guys think it is to step into the ring. Back in 1996 I was buying a suit for my daughter Meranda's graduation. The salesman was a young cocky guy who was irritating me a little with his attitude but I just kept quiet. My wife and I were going to Las Vegas that weekend to see the first Chavez-De La Hoya fight. The guy heard us talking. He was about Oscar's age. He just busted into our conversation with " That Oscar De La Hoya, he really thinks he's something". Yada, yada yada. Then he says "someone ought to kick his ass!" Well I had and said to him "Why don't you do it?" "Huh?" "I said why don't you do it? Just get in shape, become a fighter and then challenge him, it's not that hard." He had a look on his face that can only be described as a Kodak moment. He shut up and started to fold some pants, anything except continue the conversation. I looked at him and said "yeah, that's what I thought". His coworkers must have had enough of him too because they all burst into laughter. His bluff was called.
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By the way, yes, you may use anything that I write here Rick.
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kikibalt wrote:Here's diego

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Ali seemed to have a soft spot for Quarry, and most white heavies. It was The Brothers he hated.
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Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.
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You probably weren't around when I posted this Quarry story. It was 1968. Jim Healy was doing a show in LA. on Channel 5. Sports talk. His guests that night were Deacon Jones and Jerry Quarry. Well Deacon had just finished second in the MVP voting in the NFL.Quarry had just lost to Joe Frazier.

Healy asks Deacon the key to his success. Deacon is all full of himself and goes on to tell the world that it has to to with confidence. Believing in yourself. All the while Quarry is sitting next to him kind of impassive listening to all of Deacon's boasting. Finally Jones turns to Quarry and says,"If I wanted to,I could be Heavyweight Champ of The World. Like a jack in the box,Quarry pops out of his seat and stands over Jones clenching his fists.
"Come on mother f----r,.Right now. I'm going to kick your ass."(Live TV).
Stone cold silence. The Deacon slumps in his chair with this chcken shit liitle smile. All the while you think Jerry's gonna pounce on him. Healy says,"We'll be back after this commercial."
After the commercial,the Deacon was gone.Probably thanking God that Quarry didn't kick his ass.
Randy & Roger . . . These are two very good stories. As you know, I wrote a story about Jerry shortly after his death. It was the first story I'd ever about anybody and a bit crude with regard to structure, etc. I've always wanted write a second story on Jerry, one that goes a little deeper than the first, and hopefully reflects a little more writing skill. I've decided to make this story a chapter in a book I'm in the early stages of writing, one about the many L.A. boxers from my era that influenced me, and made a big splash in the world of boxing. When I get to Jerry's story, I would like your blessing to include both of these stories, just as you have written them and, of course, crediting you both as the source.

Dagos, your story was SO Jerry Quarry! I can see him doing that, and it's stories of this type that truly define the mind of Jerry Quarry, and that of any real fighter. A guy like Jones made his bones on the football field and has received his accolades. His behavior was that of a moron, and one who proved just how far he'd have gone in the ring had dared exchange blows with a real heavyweight contender.

Here is another tale that is very much the same, only this one involves Dick Butkus and Larry Czonka. One day in the 70's, I was watching the Mike Douglas show which was broadcast from Philadelphia. Douglas's guest stars were the two football greats mentioned above. At the time, both were on the tail ends of their football careers and making noise about challenging Muhammed Ali and Joe Frazier in a tag-team type of fight, in the ring. As Czonka explained how he would upend Ali and crush him to the mat, Butkus suggested he's love to go toe-to-toe with Smokin' Joe, before he finished him off on the ground.

Douglas waited patiently as the two blew smoke up the viewers ass about what they'd do to the two former heavyweight champs. When they finished, Douglas said he was very impressed, but there was a guy back stage who might like to comment on their plans. As the two waited to see who the mystery guest was, Douglas introduced him . . . "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the former heavyweight champion of the world, Philadelphia's own, SMOKING JOE FRAZIER!" The look on the football heros faces said it all. They looked like they'd just found a turd in their punch bowl.

Frazier quietly walked out, with that look on his face he had when he stared down an opponent during the ref's instructions. He walked right over to Butkus, leaned down and pushed his nose against the Chicago linebacker's face and asked, "you got something you want to say to me???" The whole personna of tough Dick Butkus took an immediate dump as he gulped and squeaked out a weak . . . "Hi ya, Joe". Frazier then turned his eyes on Czonka who smiled sheepishly and mumbled, "we were just having some fun pal. How ya doing buddy, uh, we were talking more about Ali, and I thought you really whipped him last time out." With that Frazier, slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand and said, "So you guys wanna fight???" Both slinked down in their chair and started to talk about how they were just having fun and no disrespect intended, etc. Like Jim Healy, Mike Douglas called for a quick commercial.

-Rick

Rick,Randy,Pug,et al

The stories of the football players,the wrestlers,the athlete who knows that boxing is the only combative sport between two men that is the MOST unforgiving. The fighter knows that. Even if he knows he's not prepared. Not up to his worth. The fighter knows he will be revealed. Too bad today that many unprepared fighters try to convince a public that they are in prime condition by all their hype. And the public falls for it. I remember many years ago I was introduced to Jackie McCoy and Gato at the Coliseum. Gato was standing behind Jackie. Modest. Well dressed. Shook my hand. Like so many fighters I knew. Ronnie Wilson. Denny Moyer. Archie Moore. Many many lesser knowns.I remember my father introducing me to Kid Irapuato in Tijuana. Even Sugar Ray.Robinson, the cut above the great ones. A certain softness. Maybe they were all far away. They knew what their sport was all about. To bully and brag wasn't apt. Ali started it all. But it was his gimmick.

There's a picture of Ali standing in the center of the ring when before his fight with Terrell. Ali must have been taunting Terrell. Making fun of him. If you look at the picture,everyone behind Ali ,including the press and the announcer, is looking at Terrell with a grins on their faces. Waiting for Ernie to respond to Ali's remarks. If it was bullying or intended meanly,you couldn't tell by the grins.

Butkus. I remember the Bears came to San Diego to play the Chargers. The Bears were staying at the Town And Country Hotel. We went down to see if we could see Sayers or Butkus. Butkus came out of the coffee shop. As he walked towards us he saw us looking. He scowled and passed us like saying,"Don't bother me."

I never remember a fighter ever acting that way. The bell rings and now I do my work. My work of fighting. Hitting you to hurt you. To follow up when I get you in trouble. Hit you with everything I have in your liver,stomach,on your jaw. I'll fight clean,but I'm going to hurt you if I can. This is my sport.The way I make my living. When it's over,iI'll act like a normal person again. Remember,fighting is my occupation. My occupation is very violent,but there's no reason to show that anywhere else but inside the ring.
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bennie wrote:Ali seemed to have a soft spot for Quarry, and most white heavies. It was The Brothers he hated.
Food for thought Bennie
I don't know if he hated all the brothers. I remember seeing Ali train for Norton in San Diego. Alonzo Johnson and Billy Joiner were two of his sparring partners.Fought them early in his career. Now past their primes ,Ali was giving them a job as sparring partners. I remember Johnson and Joiner as being really layed back. Didn't interact with Ali much. Oh Muhammad would walk around with the microphone and say to everyone what he was going to do to Norton. He called him Ken Fartin'. But while Ali was jaw jackin',I'd watch Billy and Alonzo put on their protectors,lace the gloves,and insert the mouth guard. It was time to do their job. Get Ali ready for Norton. That's all that was left for them in boxing anymore. The sparring partner. But what the heck? Ali wasn't that hard on sparring partners anyway. You got to work for a living.
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Popular Columnist Randy De La O Speaks to RSR
Interview by Antonio Santiago-July 3, 2008
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“Boxing changed my life.”--Randy De La O

When I was a kid, my family and I drove one time to a Chinese restaurant food in Puerto Rico. As we waited for our order to be served, former 2-Time WBA Junior Lightweight Champion, Samuel Serrano, entered with two friends. I went to his table, and duly introduced myself as a future world champion, shaking hands with Sammy and star struck over the fact this was Samuel Serrano I was talking to. I still was not attending a boxing gym, so the only times I had seen a world boxing champion in person were during live fights, far away from my chair.

Soon after running into Serrano, I read an article on one of the American boxing magazines about the boxing scene in L.A., and how one could meet multiple world boxing Champions and other famous boxers in person just by hanging around Los Angeles gyms. People like Pipino Cuevas, Danny Lopez and Bobby Chacon. And I began to dream that someday perhaps I could be part of a boxing scene like that.

While eventually I moved to Arizona, in the Southwest United States, and I met several famous boxers in person there, I did not become part of that grandiose boxing circle aforementioned. Randy De La O, on the other hand, did. And because he did, today, he hosts a popular internet webpage dedicated to boxing and to the Los Angeles boxing scene. De La O’s story is not unlike those told by others involved in the sport: he had a couple of professional boxing fights himself, then refocused on serving the sport in another area. De La O is on a mission to keep the times when Chacon, Ruben Olivares and Chucho Castillo, for example, were staples in Los Angeles, by remembering those moments on his internet page.

It is a pleasure to bring you Randy De La O, former professional boxer and currently an internet boxing historian.

AS: Tell us about your childhood.

I was born in Boyle Heights, East Los Angeles, but for the most part I grew up in Pico Rivera. My childhood was fairly typical for the times. Life was a lot different than it is now. During the summer I would get up at about six in the morning, hook up with my friends and would be home when it got dark. We got into mischief but I don’t think we ever got into any real trouble. I do have the distinction of being one of the few to survive being buried alive. I became somewhat of a local celebrity for a few years just for surviving. I was eleven at that time.

AS: How did you get involved in boxing?

I fell in love with boxing at an early age. My father was a boxer in the army and remained a fan for life. He did train one fighter briefly sometime around 1970. He was really my first trainer. He taught me the basics when I was young. We would go to the Main Street Gym from time to time to watch the boxers train. He also took me to the Olympic Auditorium, the Forum and the Los Angeles Sports Arena. This was at a time when there was at least one fight going on somewhere in town. My mother hated boxing. She didn’t mind watching the fights with my father but she was dead set against her sons become boxers. My father, who usually always did what he wanted, never challenged that. I think it was because deep down he didn’t want that for me either.

Boxing in general is in our family DNA, and along with my father, my Uncle Gilbert was a fighter in the Army, and also fought briefly as an amateur. My uncle through marriage, Ray “Red” Robles fought in the late 1940’s and early1950’s. He was stabbed to death in a bar fight. I believe it was 1951. My cousin Louie Burke from Las Cruces, New Mexico, had a very prominent career. He fought and beat Freddie Roach twice and fought Hector Camacho on January 19, 1985, in Atlantic City and lost by a fifth round TKO. Louie is a trainer now. His two most notable fighters are Austin Trout and David “Nino” Rodriguez. Louie’s older brother Rocky Burke was also a fighter and is now one of New Mexico’s top referee.

While growing up, one of my best friends was Mike Teran, nephew of boxer Keeny Teran. He idolized his uncle and all of us guys recognized him as something special. Mike had some of his uncle’s old fight gloves and every once in a while we would do a little back yard boxing. Nothing serious.

As I got older I got involved in Martial Arts for a number of years. I was a student of Frank Woolsey’s San Soo Kung Fu and later at the Filipino Academy in Torrance, California, which was owned and run by Danny Inosanto and Richard Bustillo, both students of Bruce Lee. I was learning stick fighting, knife fighting and Insanto’s interpretation of Jeet Kune Do. I was also friends with Robert Lujan who was another student of Bruce Lee and we sparred a few times. At some point I began to lose interest in martial arts and decided that I wanted to box. I went to the Main Street Gym, met Mel Epstein, who became my manager and trainer, and began training as a boxer. I never fought amateur, something that I now regret.

AS: Who was your favorite boxer growing up?

My favorite fighter when I was growing up, without a doubt was Muhammad Ali. His personality was outrageous at that time. He talked a lot of smack and he backed up every word. He really was the greatest. I had the opportunity to meet Ali later in life and it’s not something I’ll soon forget. He knew how to lose too. He always found a way to comeback. I miss the days when he was fighting.

From a historical standpoint, I had two other favorite fighters: Jack Dempsey and Sugar Ray Robinson. I read a biography on Dempsey while I was in grade school and was really taken by his story. I don’t think he was the greatest heavyweight champion but I do think he was one of its great ones, and in his era, only Babe Ruth rivaled him as a superstar athlete. As far as Robinson is concerned, he was one of my father’s favorite fighters and he believed until his dying day that Robinson was pound for pound the greatest fighter that ever lived. So I kind of inherited that notion. I was lucky enough to meet him later in life as well, when I was training at the Main Street Gym. He was generous with his friendship, his time and with advice...a class act.

AS: On your website, I noticed photos with many fighters. Tell us about the California boxing scene and your experiences with some of the fighters.

I was lucky to be growing up, and later, boxing at a time when boxing in Los Angeles was really booming. Guys like Jerry and Mike Quarry, Joey Orbillo, Scrap Iron Johnson, Mando Ramos, Raul Rojas, Ernie “Indian Red” Lopez, Hedgemon Lewis, were all fighting locally. Big name fighters like Muhammed Ali, Joe Frazier and Archie Moore also fought in Los Angeles during the 1960’s.

Mexican fighters like Ruben Olivares, Chucho Castillo made Los Angeles their second home. In the 70’s it was all about Bobby Chacon and Danny “Little Red” Lopez, two genuine cross town rivals. Bobby stopped Danny in the 9th round of their fight at the Los Angeles Sports Arena in 1974. A few years later I was present at a heated but friendly sparring session. Both of these fighters epitomized the word “heart”. Most of the fighters trained at the Main Street Gym, and that includes fighters from out of town like Alexis Arguello, Roberto Duran, Carlos Zarate and Alfonso Zamora. Sugar Ray Robinson was a regular there for a time and even the legendary Henry Armstrong would pop in from time to time, not to train but to chat with the fighters and trainers.

At the Main Street Gym, which was always packed with fighters training, I was sparring with top main event fighters like Zovek Barajas, Mike Quarry, Vincente Zaldivar (the second), Tury Pineda and Renato Garcia. I was a sparring partner for Garcia when he was training for his fight with Pete Ranzany at the Olympic Auditorium. There was a fighter by the name of Felipe Torres that was unbelievably tough. I sparred with him for two weeks while training for my fight at the Aladdin hotel in Las Vegas. It was a battle for survival every time I stepped into the ring with him. There was a heavyweight from Argentina named Pedro Lovell that came to the gym at the same time I did and usually left at the same time, we became pretty good friends for a while and would grab a bite at one of the downtown cafes. He ended up playing Spider Rico in the Rocky movies.
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Speaking of the Rocky movies, I was an extra in the first Rocky, along with Mando Ramos, Raul Rojas and Monroe Brooks, and my stable mate Gary Pittman. There were others but it’s hard to remember all the names, it was so long ago. The Main Street Gym itself has been used for so many movies and television shows that it would be impossible to list them all. It should have its own star on Hollywood Boulevard. There were other gyms around town at the time but the most prominent were the Hoover Street gym in Los Angeles and Jake Shagrue’s Gym in Long Beach. I worked out briefly in both gyms. At Jake’s gym I learned what it meant to “have your clock cleaned” when I was sparring with young fighter from that gym. It was a humbling experience.

The Main Street Gym, as you know, was owned by Howie Steindler, he also managed Danny Lopez and Alberto Davila. He was rough and gruff and ran that gym with an iron fist. When he let his guard down he was a genuinely nice guy. He was murdered in 1977. I attended the funeral with Mel. It seems like every living boxer, trainer and sportswriter at the time attended the funeral. Sugar Ray Robinson gave the eulogy. It was in some ways, the end of an era. Steindler, along with Aileen Eaten, the promoter at the Olympic Auditorium personified boxing in Southern California.

I had two scheduled fights at the Olympic that were canceled minutes before I was to step into the ring. One of those fights was to be on the undercard of the Javier Muniz and Rudy Hernandez fight. As soon as I found out I wasn’t fighting, I got dressed and went upstairs to watch the fight. You might not hear too much about it but it was a classic boxing match. Both Rudy and Javier were very technical fighters. It was a textbook boxing match. Hernandez won a ten round decision. I had a fight scheduled with a local fighter by the name of Chris Gonzales. Chris is the brother of Zeferino Gonzales who fought and lost to Roberto Duran. I don’t recall exactly, but I believe that Chris got news at the last minute of a death in the family. So again, at the last minute the fight was canceled. We sparred a few months later at the gym and my jaw was out of whack for about a week.

One of the standout trainers at the gym was former fighter Gil Cadilli, he was free with his advice and concern. Cadilli fought Keeny Teran at the Hollywood Legion in 1951, in what many consider the greatest six round fight ever. The fight ended in a draw. In 1955, he fought Willie Pep, winning the first and losing the second.

In 1980 after Mel passed away Larry Soto trained me for a while. A couple of years later he trained my brother Dennis for a short time.

I’m grateful for those days. There was a time in my life when I rubbed elbows with some of the best fighters in the world.

AS: You are good friends with the Baltazar brothers, Frankie and Tony. Can you tell us anything about them?

Frank Baltazar and I have become good friends. It’s true, but believe it or not we have only known each about a year. We seem to like a lot of the same fighters. He contacted me when he read something I wrote on Keeny Teran and we have been good friends since. I have yet to meet his sons Frankie and Tony, but I followed their careers when they were fighting. Both of them had respectable careers. They earned their place in Los Angeles’ rich boxing history. Frank will be at the California Boxing Hall of Fame this month, on the 21st, and I believe his sons will be there as well. I’m looking forward to meeting them.

AS: Your webpage is very popular. What drove you into writing about boxing on the internet?

In 1984, I was looking for some information on Roberto Duran on the internet. I stumbled upon a website called Rateitall.com. The website belongs to Lawrence Coburn of San Francisco, and it allows you to rate anything, and everything, such as; hotels, restaurants, food products, movies, boxers, etc. I wrote a review on Duran. At that time I thought it was strictly a boxing site. As time when on, and my reviews were well received, I became a little more confident in expressing my opinions. Now, I have always been somewhat opinionated but putting that opinion into written words was something new to me. Well, actually I had written a few things before but never shared it with anyone, so this took getting used to.

What drove me to write about boxing of course is my love for the sport, but beyond that it seemed to me that certain fighters were fading into obscurity. Places like the Main Street Gym and the Olympic Auditorium, and the Forum were becoming distant memories. Using the sparring match with Bobby Chacon and Danny Lopez for example, does anyone else but me remember that day? I have never heard any one write or speak of it. Or Felipe Torres, a tough fighter that deserves to be remembered. I wanted to honor guys like that. They deserve it. I have always believed, in boxing, you have to be great just to be mediocre. It takes a lot to step in to the ring.

Also, I have always had my own perspective on boxing. I didn’t want to report on a fight. There are just too many other real sports writers that can give you a blow by blow detail and they can do it a heck of lot better than I can. The things that I enjoy writing about are the intangibles. Aside from the obvious, I look at what’s going on inside a fighter. For example, in the Miguel Cotto vs. Alfonso Gomez fight, how easy would it have been for Cotto to humiliate Gomez, torment him, mock him, the way so many boxers do today. Instead he showed mercy. I don’t mean he let Gomez off the hook either. He fought the way a champion should fight, with dignity. He stopped Gomez but he allowed Gomez to walk away with his pride thoroughly intact. That’s what I saw. Cotto made a fan out of me that night. So I try to write about the why’s and the how’s and everything in between.

I also wanted to leave my kids with some written documentation about a time in my life, before they were born, that was very important to me. Writing it down helps centralize it and helps bring those days back to life for them. It becomes something they can reach out and touch.

AS: Talking about other things, for the fans, what are you listening to as far as music now? What is your favorite movie, your favorite vacation spot, your favorite food and drink?

My musical taste is all over the map. They music that really grabbed me when I was growing up was rock and roll. I grew up with hard rock, what is generally considered “Classic Rock” nowadays. I still consider Led Zeppelin the greatest rock group of all time, and “Stairway to Heaven” the best rock song. Alvin Lee and Ten Years After gave the single greatest live performance with “I’m Going Home” at Woodstock. But I also love R and B, Soul, Jazz and the Blues. I listen to country music as well, especially Merle Haggard. For the most part, my music taste is stuck in the seventies. Speaking of the seventies, I hated disco, still do.

As far as food and drinks go, I consider myself a fair cook, in fact, I was s short order cook years ago. My passion for food almost equals my passion for boxing. I enjoy foods that have a little spice. I love Italian, Cajun/Creole, Soul Food and BBQ, but like most people the food I love more than anything is the food I grew up with, Mexican Food. My own signature dish is Chile Verde. Arroz con Pollo is a close second. Nowadays, I rarely have an alcoholic drink with the exception of a cold beer from time to time. I rarely drink soda. With my meals I usually have glass of water.

I’m sure it’s no secret to anyone that knows me that Rocky is my favorite movie and not just because I’m an extra in the movie. All the Rocky movies are about heart, and heart is the quality that I respect in a fighter more than any other. The other two movies that I really enjoy are the Quiet Man with John Wayne and Casablanca with Humphrey Bogart.

My favorite vacation would be camping and fishing. I love the outdoors. I love fishing, and breakfast is never better that when eaten on a cold crisp morning, in a secluded spot near the water. That’s my idea of a vacation.

AS: Do you have any funny anecdote that boxing fans would be interested to find out about?

I don’t know if this qualifies as a funny anecdote, but my Trainer Mel Epstein, who was born in 1900, would say to anyone and everyone when shaking their hand for the first time “Shake the hand of the man that shook the hand of John L. Sullivan.” Because of his history in boxing he was my living link to the past. He knew them all. I used to laugh when he said that but now I understand.

For my part I have shaken hands with some of the greatest names in boxing. From Muhammad Ali, to Sugar Ray Robinson, to Trainer Eddie Futch, to Oscar De La Hoya, and Sugar Shane Mosley, and Sylvester Stallone. So when you shake my hand you are just one handshake away from some of boxing’s greatest and two handshakes away from the great John L. Sullivan.

AS: How do you see boxing in the wider picture of life as a whole?

That is a question that I can really sink my teeth into. I have always believed that boxing is a microcosm of life. There is no other sport where a man is so naked and so exposed. So many metaphors for life are drawn from boxing. “Down but not out” or “You can’t keep a good man down” refers to someone who refuses to give up, despite getting knocked down. In life, who hasn’t been knocked down? Life is the ultimate opponent. In life as in the ring, we learn to “roll with the punches” and “Go the distance.” Overused maybe, I know, but they’re true, that’s why they stay around.

Boxing changed my life. It gave me a confidence in myself that I might not otherwise have had. Mel would tell me: “What’s he got that you don’t? He has a head with a brain, a body, two arms, and two legs, same as you!” I still believe those words. When you have stepped into the ring in front of thousands of people, win, lose or draw, and fight your heart out, what else do you have to fear? Because of boxing I overcame my own racial insecurities. It allowed me to become a better father and teach my kids to succeed in life. I learned to be accountable and to place the blame squarely on my shoulders when things go wrong. I was able to pass that on to my kids. Boxing is a great equalizer. I learned to endure.

As my good friend Brian Schiff from Detroit likes to say: “Boxing is the Art of Fair Fighting.” My father would say: “Fighting your equal is the hardest thing to do.” He was right. Some say that boxing has limitations that MMA doesn’t have but I prefer to think of it as removing the limitations. Boxing is not street fighting. When you do something in boxing that you shouldn’t the fans will boo you. The hardest thing in the world is to beat a man fair and square. Boxing, like most sports, teaches you about fair play. That might be passé but I still believe it.

AS: Do you have anything to say in closing?

My life has always been an open book, but for those that don’t know me personally you should know that with all that boxing has given to me. Whatever success I have had in life, I give all glory to God.

I am married with children. My wife Jeri and I have four daughters, DeeDee , Lori, Meranda and Savannah and one son, Andrew. We are proud of all our kids and they are the apple of my eye! We have six grandchildren Mariah, Maddie, Nathan, McKayla, Sidney and Trevor.

I only had a couple of fights and I am proud when I think back to those days. I did something that most would never do. I find satisfaction with that. I wouldn’t trade my family for a real career in boxing.

Also, my son returned from Iraq last year. With all the great fighters in boxing and with all the praise we give them, I believe that the real heroes are my son and all the men in women serving our country in any capacity.

Antonio, thank you so much for this interview. I am humbled and honored.
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kikibalt wrote:Popular Columnist Randy De La O Speaks to RSR
Interview by Antonio Santiago-July 3, 2008
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“Boxing changed my life.”--Randy De La O

When I was a kid, my family and I drove one time to a Chinese restaurant food in Puerto Rico. As we waited for our order to be served, former 2-Time WBA Junior Lightweight Champion, Samuel Serrano, entered with two friends. I went to his table, and duly introduced myself as a future world champion, shaking hands with Sammy and star struck over the fact this was Samuel Serrano I was talking to. I still was not attending a boxing gym, so the only times I had seen a world boxing champion in person were during live fights, far away from my chair.

Soon after running into Serrano, I read an article on one of the American boxing magazines about the boxing scene in L.A., and how one could meet multiple world boxing Champions and other famous boxers in person just by hanging around Los Angeles gyms. People like Pipino Cuevas, Danny Lopez and Bobby Chacon. And I began to dream that someday perhaps I could be part of a boxing scene like that.

While eventually I moved to Arizona, in the Southwest United States, and I met several famous boxers in person there, I did not become part of that grandiose boxing circle aforementioned. Randy De La O, on the other hand, did. And because he did, today, he hosts a popular internet webpage dedicated to boxing and to the Los Angeles boxing scene. De La O’s story is not unlike those told by others involved in the sport: he had a couple of professional boxing fights himself, then refocused on serving the sport in another area. De La O is on a mission to keep the times when Chacon, Ruben Olivares and Chucho Castillo, for example, were staples in Los Angeles, by remembering those moments on his internet page.

It is a pleasure to bring you Randy De La O, former professional boxer and currently an internet boxing historian.

AS: Tell us about your childhood.

I was born in Boyle Heights, East Los Angeles, but for the most part I grew up in Pico Rivera. My childhood was fairly typical for the times. Life was a lot different than it is now. During the summer I would get up at about six in the morning, hook up with my friends and would be home when it got dark. We got into mischief but I don’t think we ever got into any real trouble. I do have the distinction of being one of the few to survive being buried alive. I became somewhat of a local celebrity for a few years just for surviving. I was eleven at that time.

AS: How did you get involved in boxing?

I fell in love with boxing at an early age. My father was a boxer in the army and remained a fan for life. He did train one fighter briefly sometime around 1970. He was really my first trainer. He taught me the basics when I was young. We would go to the Main Street Gym from time to time to watch the boxers train. He also took me to the Olympic Auditorium, the Forum and the Los Angeles Sports Arena. This was at a time when there was at least one fight going on somewhere in town. My mother hated boxing. She didn’t mind watching the fights with my father but she was dead set against her sons become boxers. My father, who usually always did what he wanted, never challenged that. I think it was because deep down he didn’t want that for me either.

Boxing in general is in our family DNA, and along with my father, my Uncle Gilbert was a fighter in the Army, and also fought briefly as an amateur. My uncle through marriage, Ray “Red” Robles fought in the late 1940’s and early1950’s. He was stabbed to death in a bar fight. I believe it was 1951. My cousin Louie Burke from Las Cruces, New Mexico, had a very prominent career. He fought and beat Freddie Roach twice and fought Hector Camacho on January 19, 1985, in Atlantic City and lost by a fifth round TKO. Louie is a trainer now. His two most notable fighters are Austin Trout and David “Nino” Rodriguez. Louie’s older brother Rocky Burke was also a fighter and is now one of New Mexico’s top referee.

While growing up, one of my best friends was Mike Teran, nephew of boxer Keeny Teran. He idolized his uncle and all of us guys recognized him as something special. Mike had some of his uncle’s old fight gloves and every once in a while we would do a little back yard boxing. Nothing serious.

As I got older I got involved in Martial Arts for a number of years. I was a student of Frank Woolsey’s San Soo Kung Fu and later at the Filipino Academy in Torrance, California, which was owned and run by Danny Inosanto and Richard Bustillo, both students of Bruce Lee. I was learning stick fighting, knife fighting and Insanto’s interpretation of Jeet Kune Do. I was also friends with Robert Lujan who was another student of Bruce Lee and we sparred a few times. At some point I began to lose interest in martial arts and decided that I wanted to box. I went to the Main Street Gym, met Mel Epstein, who became my manager and trainer, and began training as a boxer. I never fought amateur, something that I now regret.

AS: Who was your favorite boxer growing up?

My favorite fighter when I was growing up, without a doubt was Muhammad Ali. His personality was outrageous at that time. He talked a lot of smack and he backed up every word. He really was the greatest. I had the opportunity to meet Ali later in life and it’s not something I’ll soon forget. He knew how to lose too. He always found a way to comeback. I miss the days when he was fighting.

From a historical standpoint, I had two other favorite fighters: Jack Dempsey and Sugar Ray Robinson. I read a biography on Dempsey while I was in grade school and was really taken by his story. I don’t think he was the greatest heavyweight champion but I do think he was one of its great ones, and in his era, only Babe Ruth rivaled him as a superstar athlete. As far as Robinson is concerned, he was one of my father’s favorite fighters and he believed until his dying day that Robinson was pound for pound the greatest fighter that ever lived. So I kind of inherited that notion. I was lucky enough to meet him later in life as well, when I was training at the Main Street Gym. He was generous with his friendship, his time and with advice...a class act.

AS: On your website, I noticed photos with many fighters. Tell us about the California boxing scene and your experiences with some of the fighters.

I was lucky to be growing up, and later, boxing at a time when boxing in Los Angeles was really booming. Guys like Jerry and Mike Quarry, Joey Orbillo, Scrap Iron Johnson, Mando Ramos, Raul Rojas, Ernie “Indian Red” Lopez, Hedgemon Lewis, were all fighting locally. Big name fighters like Muhammed Ali, Joe Frazier and Archie Moore also fought in Los Angeles during the 1960’s.

Mexican fighters like Ruben Olivares, Chucho Castillo made Los Angeles their second home. In the 70’s it was all about Bobby Chacon and Danny “Little Red” Lopez, two genuine cross town rivals. Bobby stopped Danny in the 9th round of their fight at the Los Angeles Sports Arena in 1974. A few years later I was present at a heated but friendly sparring session. Both of these fighters epitomized the word “heart”. Most of the fighters trained at the Main Street Gym, and that includes fighters from out of town like Alexis Arguello, Roberto Duran, Carlos Zarate and Alfonso Zamora. Sugar Ray Robinson was a regular there for a time and even the legendary Henry Armstrong would pop in from time to time, not to train but to chat with the fighters and trainers.

At the Main Street Gym, which was always packed with fighters training, I was sparring with top main event fighters like Zovek Barajas, Mike Quarry, Vincente Zaldivar (the second), Tury Pineda and Renato Garcia. I was a sparring partner for Garcia when he was training for his fight with Pete Ranzany at the Olympic Auditorium. There was a fighter by the name of Felipe Torres that was unbelievably tough. I sparred with him for two weeks while training for my fight at the Aladdin hotel in Las Vegas. It was a battle for survival every time I stepped into the ring with him. There was a heavyweight from Argentina named Pedro Lovell that came to the gym at the same time I did and usually left at the same time, we became pretty good friends for a while and would grab a bite at one of the downtown cafes. He ended up playing Spider Rico in the Rocky movies.
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Speaking of the Rocky movies, I was an extra in the first Rocky, along with Mando Ramos, Raul Rojas and Monroe Brooks, and my stable mate Gary Pittman. There were others but it’s hard to remember all the names, it was so long ago. The Main Street Gym itself has been used for so many movies and television shows that it would be impossible to list them all. It should have its own star on Hollywood Boulevard. There were other gyms around town at the time but the most prominent were the Hoover Street gym in Los Angeles and Jake Shagrue’s Gym in Long Beach. I worked out briefly in both gyms. At Jake’s gym I learned what it meant to “have your clock cleaned” when I was sparring with young fighter from that gym. It was a humbling experience.

The Main Street Gym, as you know, was owned by Howie Steindler, he also managed Danny Lopez and Alberto Davila. He was rough and gruff and ran that gym with an iron fist. When he let his guard down he was a genuinely nice guy. He was murdered in 1977. I attended the funeral with Mel. It seems like every living boxer, trainer and sportswriter at the time attended the funeral. Sugar Ray Robinson gave the eulogy. It was in some ways, the end of an era. Steindler, along with Aileen Eaten, the promoter at the Olympic Auditorium personified boxing in Southern California.

I had two scheduled fights at the Olympic that were canceled minutes before I was to step into the ring. One of those fights was to be on the undercard of the Javier Muniz and Rudy Hernandez fight. As soon as I found out I wasn’t fighting, I got dressed and went upstairs to watch the fight. You might not hear too much about it but it was a classic boxing match. Both Rudy and Javier were very technical fighters. It was a textbook boxing match. Hernandez won a ten round decision. I had a fight scheduled with a local fighter by the name of Chris Gonzales. Chris is the brother of Zeferino Gonzales who fought and lost to Roberto Duran. I don’t recall exactly, but I believe that Chris got news at the last minute of a death in the family. So again, at the last minute the fight was canceled. We sparred a few months later at the gym and my jaw was out of whack for about a week.

One of the standout trainers at the gym was former fighter Gil Cadilli, he was free with his advice and concern. Cadilli fought Keeny Teran at the Hollywood Legion in 1951, in what many consider the greatest six round fight ever. The fight ended in a draw. In 1955, he fought Willie Pep, winning the first and losing the second.

In 1980 after Mel passed away Larry Soto trained me for a while. A couple of years later he trained my brother Dennis for a short time.

I’m grateful for those days. There was a time in my life when I rubbed elbows with some of the best fighters in the world.

AS: You are good friends with the Baltazar brothers, Frankie and Tony. Can you tell us anything about them?

Frank Baltazar and I have become good friends. It’s true, but believe it or not we have only known each about a year. We seem to like a lot of the same fighters. He contacted me when he read something I wrote on Keeny Teran and we have been good friends since. I have yet to meet his sons Frankie and Tony, but I followed their careers when they were fighting. Both of them had respectable careers. They earned their place in Los Angeles’ rich boxing history. Frank will be at the California Boxing Hall of Fame this month, on the 21st, and I believe his sons will be there as well. I’m looking forward to meeting them.

AS: Your webpage is very popular. What drove you into writing about boxing on the internet?

In 1984, I was looking for some information on Roberto Duran on the internet. I stumbled upon a website called Rateitall.com. The website belongs to Lawrence Coburn of San Francisco, and it allows you to rate anything, and everything, such as; hotels, restaurants, food products, movies, boxers, etc. I wrote a review on Duran. At that time I thought it was strictly a boxing site. As time when on, and my reviews were well received, I became a little more confident in expressing my opinions. Now, I have always been somewhat opinionated but putting that opinion into written words was something new to me. Well, actually I had written a few things before but never shared it with anyone, so this took getting used to.

What drove me to write about boxing of course is my love for the sport, but beyond that it seemed to me that certain fighters were fading into obscurity. Places like the Main Street Gym and the Olympic Auditorium, and the Forum were becoming distant memories. Using the sparring match with Bobby Chacon and Danny Lopez for example, does anyone else but me remember that day? I have never heard any one write or speak of it. Or Felipe Torres, a tough fighter that deserves to be remembered. I wanted to honor guys like that. They deserve it. I have always believed, in boxing, you have to be great just to be mediocre. It takes a lot to step in to the ring.

Also, I have always had my own perspective on boxing. I didn’t want to report on a fight. There are just too many other real sports writers that can give you a blow by blow detail and they can do it a heck of lot better than I can. The things that I enjoy writing about are the intangibles. Aside from the obvious, I look at what’s going on inside a fighter. For example, in the Miguel Cotto vs. Alfonso Gomez fight, how easy would it have been for Cotto to humiliate Gomez, torment him, mock him, the way so many boxers do today. Instead he showed mercy. I don’t mean he let Gomez off the hook either. He fought the way a champion should fight, with dignity. He stopped Gomez but he allowed Gomez to walk away with his pride thoroughly intact. That’s what I saw. Cotto made a fan out of me that night. So I try to write about the why’s and the how’s and everything in between.

I also wanted to leave my kids with some written documentation about a time in my life, before they were born, that was very important to me. Writing it down helps centralize it and helps bring those days back to life for them. It becomes something they can reach out and touch.

AS: Talking about other things, for the fans, what are you listening to as far as music now? What is your favorite movie, your favorite vacation spot, your favorite food and drink?

My musical taste is all over the map. They music that really grabbed me when I was growing up was rock and roll. I grew up with hard rock, what is generally considered “Classic Rock” nowadays. I still consider Led Zeppelin the greatest rock group of all time, and “Stairway to Heaven” the best rock song. Alvin Lee and Ten Years After gave the single greatest live performance with “I’m Going Home” at Woodstock. But I also love R and B, Soul, Jazz and the Blues. I listen to country music as well, especially Merle Haggard. For the most part, my music taste is stuck in the seventies. Speaking of the seventies, I hated disco, still do.

As far as food and drinks go, I consider myself a fair cook, in fact, I was s short order cook years ago. My passion for food almost equals my passion for boxing. I enjoy foods that have a little spice. I love Italian, Cajun/Creole, Soul Food and BBQ, but like most people the food I love more than anything is the food I grew up with, Mexican Food. My own signature dish is Chile Verde. Arroz con Pollo is a close second. Nowadays, I rarely have an alcoholic drink with the exception of a cold beer from time to time. I rarely drink soda. With my meals I usually have glass of water.

I’m sure it’s no secret to anyone that knows me that Rocky is my favorite movie and not just because I’m an extra in the movie. All the Rocky movies are about heart, and heart is the quality that I respect in a fighter more than any other. The other two movies that I really enjoy are the Quiet Man with John Wayne and Casablanca with Humphrey Bogart.

My favorite vacation would be camping and fishing. I love the outdoors. I love fishing, and breakfast is never better that when eaten on a cold crisp morning, in a secluded spot near the water. That’s my idea of a vacation.

AS: Do you have any funny anecdote that boxing fans would be interested to find out about?

I don’t know if this qualifies as a funny anecdote, but my Trainer Mel Epstein, who was born in 1900, would say to anyone and everyone when shaking their hand for the first time “Shake the hand of the man that shook the hand of John L. Sullivan.” Because of his history in boxing he was my living link to the past. He knew them all. I used to laugh when he said that but now I understand.

For my part I have shaken hands with some of the greatest names in boxing. From Muhammad Ali, to Sugar Ray Robinson, to Trainer Eddie Futch, to Oscar De La Hoya, and Sugar Shane Mosley, and Sylvester Stallone. So when you shake my hand you are just one handshake away from some of boxing’s greatest and two handshakes away from the great John L. Sullivan.

AS: How do you see boxing in the wider picture of life as a whole?

That is a question that I can really sink my teeth into. I have always believed that boxing is a microcosm of life. There is no other sport where a man is so naked and so exposed. So many metaphors for life are drawn from boxing. “Down but not out” or “You can’t keep a good man down” refers to someone who refuses to give up, despite getting knocked down. In life, who hasn’t been knocked down? Life is the ultimate opponent. In life as in the ring, we learn to “roll with the punches” and “Go the distance.” Overused maybe, I know, but they’re true, that’s why they stay around.

Boxing changed my life. It gave me a confidence in myself that I might not otherwise have had. Mel would tell me: “What’s he got that you don’t? He has a head with a brain, a body, two arms, and two legs, same as you!” I still believe those words. When you have stepped into the ring in front of thousands of people, win, lose or draw, and fight your heart out, what else do you have to fear? Because of boxing I overcame my own racial insecurities. It allowed me to become a better father and teach my kids to succeed in life. I learned to be accountable and to place the blame squarely on my shoulders when things go wrong. I was able to pass that on to my kids. Boxing is a great equalizer. I learned to endure.

As my good friend Brian Schiff from Detroit likes to say: “Boxing is the Art of Fair Fighting.” My father would say: “Fighting your equal is the hardest thing to do.” He was right. Some say that boxing has limitations that MMA doesn’t have but I prefer to think of it as removing the limitations. Boxing is not street fighting. When you do something in boxing that you shouldn’t the fans will boo you. The hardest thing in the world is to beat a man fair and square. Boxing, like most sports, teaches you about fair play. That might be passé but I still believe it.

AS: Do you have anything to say in closing?

My life has always been an open book, but for those that don’t know me personally you should know that with all that boxing has given to me. Whatever success I have had in life, I give all glory to God.

I am married with children. My wife Jeri and I have four daughters, DeeDee , Lori, Meranda and Savannah and one son, Andrew. We are proud of all our kids and they are the apple of my eye! We have six grandchildren Mariah, Maddie, Nathan, McKayla, Sidney and Trevor.

I only had a couple of fights and I am proud when I think back to those days. I did something that most would never do. I find satisfaction with that. I wouldn’t trade my family for a real career in boxing.

Also, my son returned from Iraq last year. With all the great fighters in boxing and with all the praise we give them, I believe that the real heroes are my son and all the men in women serving our country in any capacity.

Antonio, thank you so much for this interview. I am humbled and honored.
Nice story on Randy
I guess you can't sleep either. Why not go to the thread? Get some stuff off your mind. Maybe you'll get sleepy then. Better than taking Valium. I misspell too many words on that stuff. Did I spell "misspell" correctly? I haven't taken any valium.
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Going to bed and see if I can go back to sleep.
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dagosd2000 wrote:
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kikibalt wrote:Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.

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"Jr."

By Diego
A guy lucky he's not fighting in his father's era. I've never seen a more "protevted" Mexican boxer. I believe that in do course, we will see Junior flattened by a ham & egger.

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What gets me is with all the money Sr. made,you'd think he would have hired the best trainers and management group that would have steered this kid properly. An extensive amateur backround and exposure. This kid never had an amateur fight! he could have been brought up like a Leonard or a Frazier. All you see is the old man screaming and boasting ringside at his son's fights. I saw this kid fight at a night club in TJ about 5 years ago. I think it might have been his first fight. I swear pal it was a fight in a whorehouse.

I believe there should be a seperation between fighting and f-----g. It was demeaning to see such a spectacle.What a disorderly crowd of criminals and degenerates(including myself). The bathroom looked like the Crystal Palace. Narcs,cops. Who were the good guys? Who were the bad guys? One and the same. More dope and guns in that place(Pulgas, which means Fleas)than the Tj Police Headquarters. I'm sure Frank would have loved to have unlimited resources to bring his sons along. Sr. had the dough. Or did he blow it all in that whorehouse where his son was fighting?
What you said makes a lot of sense, Roger. Of course, then reality steps in. In 2000, when a well past prime Chavez challenged Kostya Tszyu for the 140lb title, he wasn't too worried about making weight. Although he only engaged in minimal workouts at the Madison Gym (where at the time I trained boxers) he didn't worry about all the cerveza he was consuming challenging him on the scales. Chavez kept his weight in check by adhearing to a strict version of what we in the film business refer to as the "John Beluchi Diet", smoking enough cocaine to shrink a full grown elephant under the 140lb. limit. Chavez, once a spartan athlete, was anything but in his latter career. Why didn't he "pay" to protect his kid? Well, for one thing I was surprised to learn that in Mexico, wives actually have the ability to rape the successful men the divorce as they do in America. In addition to his marital woes, Chavez was raped again by the Mexican Gov't in taxes, on top of that, after years of walking the straight and narrow, JCC had cut loose and began playing around with anything he'd missed out on during his glory years. That equates to one thing- He was broke! (And I wouldn't doubt that if he anything left at all, he blew it in the whorehouse, just as you suggested.)

-Rick
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A DIFFERENT PLACE

Look at a boxing ring. Go to an empty gym and look at the ring. Simple structure. Strands of rope attached to ring posts and a canvas mat. A work place and theater for the sport of boxing. Inside the ring is the most unforgiving place in the world. Once you are inside the ring you are expected to accept what comes at you. It is not friendly. Sympathy is a vacuum. If you can't take what's going on in there,there's no law saying you have to go back in. But if you make the decision to get inside the ring,you are on your own. You have to find something inside yourself to survive in there. Don't look at your corner to help you. You have to punch. Protect yourself. You are on your own. When the work inside the ring is over,you leave with a satisfaction that you were tested when you had no one with you .Alone, you withstood the test. If you can do it alone,you know you can do anything.

Roger Esty I:21 AM. Pacific Standard time in front of a computer. San Diego,California.
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Rick Farris wrote:Some Trivia . . .

For some reason, when I think of our pal Dagos, the late Rocky Marciano comes to mind. Both are Italian-Americans, and both have an imposing presence with a warmth about them. We all know the the Rock was never beaten in 49 fights, and won 43 of them by knockout. Only six of Rocky's fights went the distance, and only five men can claim to have taken Rocky to the final bell. One of them, did it twice. Who was it? Ez Charles? La Starza? NO. It was "Tiger" Ted Lowry of Rhode Island.

This "forgotten" contender not only remained on his feet against the Rock in two bouts, he was standing at the final bell, both times. Now if you think that Lowry must have been a rock-chinned catcher that took a beating from Rocky, study the bouts, and you'll discover that most thought Lowry whipped Marciano fair & square in the first match. The newspapers all had Ted winning the first bout by a margin of 6-4 after ten rounds. When they fought again, Lowry concededs that Marciano deserved the nod.

I can't tell you about Ted Lowry like the guy who taught me, John Bardelli, but John did more than provide documented history, he literally shared a recorded telephone conversation, an intervew, he had with Lowry a few years back.

If you look at Ted's record of over a hundred fights, you'll see that he fought a "who's who" of boxing greats, including another Italian legend, Joey Maxim. In the Maxim bout, Ted was promised a title fight if he carried Maxim thru the final bell. The result was a disputed decision loss and, of course, no title shot. When you see the number of losses on Ted's record one of "today's" so-called "experts" might think Ted was a loser. But they don't understand the bigger picture of Ted's era. Sometimes you just had to play ball with the powers that be, if you didn't you would be black balled and not be able to fight against anybody, or anywhere. The people who ran boxing in those days had a long reach, and called shots in boxing worldwide.

But let's get back to Lowry, now well into his eighties, still living in his native Rhode Island, and still living boxing, now as a trainer, one who teaches amateurs. His mind? Well, after all those fights in such a tough era, against so many greats, his mind must be a little soft, wouldn't you think? Well, like the great Archie Moore before his death, Ted Lowry is as sharp as a tack, and his recall is brilliant.

Such a warm individual I listened to, as John Bardelli replayed his recorded interview of Lowry to me. John Bardelli is a true historian, one who knows boxing from it's roots, the son of Hall of Fame light-heavyweight Young Firpo, (Guido Bardelli). I won't attempt to share all I heard that day, but it was certainly an education of boxing from that great era, an education from "the inside".

Frank, I must once again impose upon you to do us a favor here and ask if you'll post the record of "Tiger" Ted Lowry. You raised a Tiger yourself, one that became a contender. It would be fun to checkout the fights of another Tiger, from an earlier era.

-Rick Farris

Have any of you guys any info on an old fighter named Johnny Pretzie.
He fought both Rocky Marciano and Jake Lamotta.
After he retired he was training fighters in Southie(South Boston).
Some of the fighters did some work for Whitey Bulger, head of the Irish mob there.
Pretzie was shot to death by his girlfriend I believe.
Hey Pug, I'm going to Freddie Roach's Wild Card Gym in Hollywood next saturday to checkout a kid Frankie Duarte is training. I always talk with Freddie who trained in South Boston. Although Freddie was from nearby Deadham (Spelling) his pop was a Southie, and they both knew Kevin Weeks, (a former amateur boxer) who was Whitey Bulger's number one guy. Freddie is a walking encyclopedia on the South Boston fighters, so I'll mention the name.

-Rick
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kikibalt wrote:Going to bed and see if I can go back to sleep.
Goodnight amigo. Remember the old Hemingway story,"A Clean Well Lighted Place."
Classic West Coast Boxing is always open, and the light is bright.
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Every time I see Chavez today, he looks good (physically), although he doesn't look happy.
Does anyone know any more about his controversial fight with Miguel Ruiz in the early 1980s, when he was apparently disqualified?
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