kikibalt wrote:Rick Farris wrote:kikibalt wrote:
The Olympic today...
The Olympic Today . . .
Ironically, I passed by the Olympic Auditorium very early this morning, about 2am on my way home from work. I was tired, but hadn't seen it since it's conversion to a church, so I pulled off the freeway and circled the place. It was kinda sad. On the west wall, A huge sign had been painted that reads, "Jesus Saves Lives!" On the north wall, a big electric sign is exposed to those passing on the freeway, advertising it as a Christian church, in both English and Korean. The walls looked scrubbed clean. Of course, the Olympic of old had lost it's original luster to me in the early 90's, when it's new owner Jack Needleman renovated the old girl, removing seats, painting over the huge mural of a boxer that had adorned it's walls since it's opening in 1926.
It had been renamed, "The Grand Olympic Aud." about 15-years-ago. Grand??? Hell, we know it was grand, anybody who ever sat ringside on thursday nights didn't need to be reminded of that reality. Also removed in the '90's renovation was that legendary marquis, the one that used to have the names of the weeks boxing wrestling main-eventers. However, no longer a "girl", the old broad almost looked as if she were laughing, as if enjoying a bad joke society was trying to play on it. Something kept going thru my mind, like, the building was saying, "You can paint me, change me, call me what you want, but I know who I am, I'm the Olympic, America's last great boxing venue . . . and one day, when somebody comes to their senses, I'LL BE BACK!"
I hope you are right, baby. Damn, I miss you!
-Rick Farris
Sad, indeed!, I think I felt a tear rolling down my face when I shot that pic.
Frank . . . I'm not feeling well and don't plan to return to work until monday. In the mean time, I'm going to get some rest and focus on this forum. I have an idea, a short series of memories related to fighting at the Olympic. I already chronicled my memories of the dressing room, and actually stepping into the ring, but I'd like to expand on this for the guys. Just random thoughts, as they pass thru my mind, as they have quite a bit lately, since you began this thread. I have a great photo of the Olympic "as we knew it", taken by the great Theo Eret, official Olympic Auditorium photographer from the 60's thru the 70's. I'll get it off to you, and under that photo, I'll begin a short series of memories.
The Olympic was very special to us L.A. Boxing afficianados. It was kinda like the Madison Square Garden of the West, only more exclusive. In it's heyday, the Olympic catered only to Boxing, Wrestling & the Roller Derby, Tuesday thru Thursday. Aside from occasional "fund raisers", etc. it basicly sat dark the rest of the week. Unlike the Garden, you didn't see The Ringling Bros. Circus at the 18th & Grand arena, nor Pavoratti and the other two tenors, or indoor track meets, etc The Olympic catered only to the rough side of entertainment, and she did it with her own sense of class.
You know, the Olympic had a special following, an audience made up of a mixture of blue collar workers, celebrites, gangsters, etc. I'll never forget Johnny Flores and I standing in the corner of the ring, before Jimmy Lennon's introductions on December 10, 1970. Johnny would try to take the edge off by pointing out various personalities at ringside, Ryan O'Neal, Bill Cosby, Connie Stevens, Chuck Connors and others. One night, as I stood in the ring as a prelim fighter, in the opening bout to a sold-out house that had come to see Mando Ramos take on his old stablemate Raul Rojas, in a grudge match, Johnny pointed down to a short, stocky, well dressed old man wearing an expensive hat.
"That's Mickey Cohen", Johnny informed me. As the old gangster stared up toward me, his lady friend, B-movie actress Edie Williams, smiled from ear-to-ear, waving to the crowd, dipping forward to deliberatly expose her clevage. The crowd went crazy, and when Williams tore off her top, exposing her bare boos, Aileen Eaton ran over and personally tossed the actress out. "Sorry Mickey, but she's outta here", Aileen told Cohen. One thing was certain, there was enough electricity flowing thru that audience to light up the entire City of L.A. on that night . . . Mando Ramos was fighting! That was all it took.
After I won a hard fought decision in the opening four rounder, Armando Muniz KOed Cipriano Hernandez in the scheduled six, followed by Ramos' stablemate Frankie Crawford, who KOed Jose Luis Martinez with a whistling left hook that landed a couple seconds after final bell. When TV announcer Jim Healy asked Crawford why he punched his opponent after the bell had rang, Frankie cocked his head to the side, blinked and answered, "What bell?" Typical Frankie Crawford.
After weeks of drama promoting the Ramos-Rojas affair, the former lightweight champ, who'd just turned 22, iced Raul Rojas with a picture perfect left hook to the chin, in the sixth round, I believe, thus settling a fued that had raged for a couple of years. I have pics of the weigh-in, and I'll get them off to Frank, so he can post them here for the world to see.
Like Randy said, "better it's being managed by God at the moment, than transformed into parking lot." I'll give you that, Randy.
-Rick Farris