Classic American West Coast Boxing

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Expug wrote:Talking about the weather, its starting to turn into autumn here in Chicago .
Its a great time of year, with the cool air and the leaves changing etc.
But right around the corner is that winter.Man, it doesnt take long for that to get real old.
I had neck surgery about ten years ago. A fusion of c5 and c6. A bone from my hip was fused in there to replace a herniated disc that had to come out. It slipped right onto my spinal cord.I have a clamp with four screws in my cervical spine holding the fusion together. It sounds worse than it is.Its no big deal. But, when winter comes and its zero outside, I get stiff as hell. Hurts a little to turn my head.Im looking forward to the weather out there in November.
Pug
I'm warnin' ya'. You don't want to go to the Boom Boom Club in TJ with me and Frank ,so like I was tellin' ya',the weather holds up pretty good out here. The three of us(me,you,and Frank)could take a spin down to Malibu Beach and sort through the beach bunnies. You know, blue eyed blond surfer babes in string bikinis.

But we have to remind Frank to bring the "Babe Magnate". CHATA.
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James J. Jeffries
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Nice. Jim must have loved being out there on his land, with his animals, away from the hurly burly of city life. Quality time.
I was fascinated by Jim's fight with "Sailor" Tom Sharkey as a kid. To me it was the two biggest, toughest men in the world going at it.
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dagosd2000 wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Image
Lou Filippo & Trudy Latka

Frank
That's a great shot of Lou Filippo and Trudy Latka.Say Frank,looking at Filippo I see a guy that looks like he understands pasta. When me and the wife head up your way for the banquet,do you know of any good Italian restaurants in the vicinity? If you tell me Pizza Hut,I'll tell the Marriot cooks to serve you Taco Bell.
"...looks like he understands pasta." :lol:

Over here we're still getting used to spaghetti.
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Expug wrote:Talking about the weather, its starting to turn into autumn here in Chicago .
Its a great time of year, with the cool air and the leaves changing etc.
But right around the corner is that winter.Man, it doesnt take long for that to get real old.
I had neck surgery about ten years ago. A fusion of c5 and c6. A bone from my hip was fused in there to replace a herniated disc that had to come out. It slipped right onto my spinal cord.I have a clamp with four screws in my cervical spine holding the fusion together. It sounds worse than it is.Its no big deal. But, when winter comes and its zero outside, I get stiff as hell. Hurts a little to turn my head.Im looking forward to the weather out there in November.
Pug is Steve Austin - but it's no big deal. I certainly recognise the weather. You're right, Pug, autumn is fantastic (my favourite season) but a long winter lays ahead.
Still, I like the bright, crisp winter days.
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raylawpc wrote:
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Mando Muniz & wife Yolanda
Mando looks good considering all the wars he was in.
He looks like he could still go 15 rounds.
He can. I'd bet that any day. I see Mando a couple times a month and visit with him often by phone. Mando coached high school wrestling for years. It's no secret that Armando Muniz had a wrestling scholarship to UCLA, and went on to get his masters, teach school, run his own business, sell real estate and, of course, stay active in boxing. Mando is in top shape. He is tight around the waste and he walks like he did when he was in his early 20's. He's got a little grey hair now, but he basicly looks the same physically.

I need to share a little Armando Muniz story, one from April, 1969. At the time Muniz had been in the Army for nearly two years, had become the greatest military boxer of the era, won an Olympic Medal, back-to-back Nat'l AAU champioships, All-Army & Inter-service titles, and on and on. He had dominated the '69 Nat'l AAU tournment, and would win "Outstanding Boxer" award for the tourney. After winning his second AAU title. The Los Angeles AAU team, which I was a member of and all of us on the team were friendly with Muniz. He was one of us, even though he represented the Army at the time.

Anyway, after Muniz destroys his final bout opponent to win the title. He makes his way back up the aisle and everybody is congratulating him, and Jake Horn, the L.A. coach (and Muniz's former coach) tells us to hold back and let Mando see his father first. Muniz's very proud father waited for him at the door to the dressing room, and when they met Mando said nothing, just hugged his father tight, the two of them in tears. You know, it was one of those "Hallmark" moments. Of course, we got our chance to congratulate our friend a few minutes later, but I never forgot the emotion that was shared by Mando and his dad. A few years back, I was talking with Muniz and shared that story, which I'd included in a story I wrote about him. He was touched, the memory hit on a special moment. Mando is a truly great man!

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raylawpc wrote:
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Dongee wrote:Rick:

I had just signed Vaughn to meet Charley Green for the state middleweight title when that shot above was taken at the Teamsters' Gym, 7th and Stanford in L.A.

The shot with me and Fraser was taken in the cafe area of Soper's Ranch, which was always located in the mountains near Ojai, Ca. Don was taping an interview to publicize the Green-Vaughn show, to be released to radio sportscasters.

The camp you are probably thinking about near Saugus, was actually nearer Newhall, north of San Fernando. That one was set up by Baron Henry Von Stumme in the late 1920s, when he decided to run ads asking for heavyweight applicants who wanted to be like Jack Dempsey.

Baron was a lifelong hotel manager who spent a small fortune in search of a title contender. He only managed a couple of average talents, Jack Van Noy and Chuck Crowell, out of the dozens he interviewed, housed, trained and fed at his outoor camp.

hap navarro
Thanks Hap . . . You know, Baron Von Stumme was still around when I started boxing. In the mid-60's, we had sudden emergence of local heavyweight talent as Aileen began televising her weekly Thursday night cards at the Olympic. Headliners were Jerry Quarry, Joey Orbillo, Jimmy Harriman, Jimmy Rosette, Big Train Lincoln and others. As you mentioned, Baron was desperate for a heavyweight and at this point in history, L.A. was full of them. The Baron had a couple of young heavyweight charges he was pushing and I believe one of them was named Emil Umek, who had a rather forgetable career. By the way, I have several pictures you sent me years back framed and the Baron is one of them.

-Rick
Joey Orbillo. That's a name I haven't seen in a long time. I never saw him fight (even on tape), but was told he was a good prospect who kind of plateaued after losing to Machen and Quarry. What was the story with Orbillo? Any idea what he's doing now?
Mando Ramos used to run into Orbillo occasionally. After boxing, he became interested in kickboxing and full contact martial arts. He became a officer for the LAPD's Harbor Division, but left the force and I'm really not sure what he does today. He's still around the Harbor area I hear. Joey turned pro in 1965 under mgr./trainer Jake Shagrue. Orbillo was small for a heavyweight, about 5'10, 185 lbs. He was fast, a good boxer, who could hit good. He was unbeaten when drafted. During a leave, he trained briefly to lose to combacking Eddie MAchen. Then he fought Quarry, and was dropped and outclassed over ten rounds. He suffered a broken ear drum in that fight and this supposedly kept him from going to Viet Nam. Joey liked to drink a bit, and he got in trouble occasionally. I saw Joey fight from the very beginning and he was a good young fighter, however, not quite good enough for the emerging group, some of the best ever.

-Rick
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Behind a strong mafia town in Italy are strong women
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A funeral cortege in August 2007 for two of six Italians gunned down outside a pizzeria in Duisburg, Germany. Authorities called the shooting a revenge hit in an escalating ’Ndrangheta feud.

Many women in San Luca are mothers, wives and even accomplices of mobsters, but some are standing up to the powerful 'Ndrangheta and calling for peace.
By Tracy Wilkinson, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer

SAN LUCA, ITALY -- The hardened women of San Luca want you to know a thing or two about their notorious town. Not everyone belongs to the mob, they will tell you. And many who do are driven to it by poverty and neglect.

It's a tough sell, no doubt. San Luca, a remote hilltop town in southern Italy, is the ancestral home and principal headquarters of a criminal organization that has emerged as the country's most powerful and dangerous mafia, the 'Ndrangheta.

The women here have always had a complex role in the dynamics of an insular society that seems to exist at the margins of mainstream Italy. They are the mothers of the mobsters, their wives and, prosecutors say, often their accomplices. Fiercely protective of their brood, they can be as ruthless as their men. In the last year, it also appears that some San Luca women have served as a counterforce to the violence spiraling from internal feuds.

The Times recently was given a rare glimpse of the life of a San Luca family and the strong women who run it. Saveria Giorgi and her adult daughter, Teresa Giampaolo, insist that they are not part of the 'Ndrangheta (pronounced en-DRAHN-geh-tah), and their small home does not reflect any of the drug wealth typical of the hard-core mafiosi. Furniture is sparse and worn; there are no fancy appliances.

Yet, San Luca is a town of interconnected clans, and there is no one who cannot claim a mobster among his or her relatives. In virtually every family, someone has been imprisoned or killed.

"Journalists always speak badly of San Luca," Giorgi, a stocky, weathered woman in her 60s, told two visitors over a lunch of soft pasta and dried basil picked from the family's fields.

"Anything that happens, the blame ends up here," complained her daughter, Giampaolo.

San Luca, a town of about 4,500 people, is a jumbled collection of houses in various stages of construction scattered over several hills. It is surrounded by olive groves, cactus, pines and a trash dump. The main local job is a kind of minimum-wage forest ranger; that means real employment is elsewhere.

The women raise many children, plant and harvest the crops and guard their homes while the men are often away. Giorgi's husband, now retired, worked for years in factories in Germany; Giampaolo's husband is gone for long spells driving a truck all over Italy.

Mother and daughter railed against what they see as the national government's neglect of southern Italy, which deepens the region's poverty, unemployment and lack of opportunity. Calabria, the toe-of-the-boot region of Italy where San Luca is located, is the nation's poorest, on paper at least; the women complained that the only time they see an arm of the government it's in the form of police rounding up suspected gangsters.

"It is not fair," said Giampaolo, 34, a short woman with a quick laugh and a mane of black curls. "There are humble, respectful, generous people here. We'd like to see the presence here of the state, and not just the army."

As the women chatted, and Giorgi's husband poured beer for the guests, a television news report flashed on-screen, recounting the arrest a few hours earlier of Gianfranco Antonioli, an alleged gun broker for the 'Ndrangheta who had been on the lam for a year.

Smiles vanished. Conversation hushed. The family exchanged glances. Nothing more was said. When someone tried to raise again the topic of the 'Ndrangheta, lunch was abruptly over. It was time to move on. The women, who never uttered the word " 'Ndrangheta," were worried neighbors would overhear.

San Luca sits on the edge of the densely forested Aspromonte mountain range, a favorite spot of the 'Ndrangheta for hiding its kidnapping victims in the 1970s and '80s. The organization has existed in some form for more than a century, evolving as a protection racket after World War II and then graduating to drug trafficking a decade or so ago. The 'Ndrangheta developed a multibillion-dollar enterprise in the last few years when it took over cocaine routes from Latin America to Europe, the fastest-growing market for illicit narcotics.

This region is like few others. The minute a stranger enters San Luca, a kind of silent alarm is sounded. Outsiders will be followed, their movements tracked. The people have their own body language, not to mention their own actual language: All speak a Calabrian dialect. An Italian speaker unfamiliar with the dialect will grasp only parts of a conversation.

San Luca gained international notoriety last year when six Italians were gunned down outside a pizzeria in Duisburg, Germany. Authorities called it a revenge hit in an escalating 'Ndrangheta feud. Three of the dead, including a 16-year-old boy, were from San Luca, and the others from nearby Calabrian towns.

The killings -- the most public evidence to date of the international reach of the 'Ndrangheta -- shocked Italians and unleashed fears of further violence. But more than a year later, no one else has been killed, and the credit, at least partially, goes to a woman.

Teresa Strangio is the mother of the slain teenager, and one of her brothers was killed in the same shooting. At a tense funeral for the Duisburg dead in San Luca in August 2007, instead of demanding revenge, as many mothers and wives had, Strangio insisted on forgiveness. It was a remarkable moment that broke a pattern and illustrated the singular influence of women in this society.

"She made a choice, she made it in the flesh, and other mothers followed her," said Father Giuseppe Strangio, the parish priest in San Luca.

Diego Trotta, a senior police investigator in Calabria who has led many operations against the 'Ndrangheta, thinks reprisals have only been delayed, not canceled. Any relative peace, he said, is thanks to scores of arrests in the last year. Trotta said the women of San Luca may have influence, but they do not really call the shots; they are more victims than movers of their circumstances.

In government wiretaps of alleged 'Ndrangheta telephone communications, mothers tell their sons when the coast is clear and it's safe to return to San Luca, according to court documents made available to The Times. In other calls, they calmly but obliquely discuss a pending operation, or can be heard weeping over the shooting death of one of their kin.

The women of San Luca are for the most part locked into a certain fate. They are married off to other families within the clans to seal the impervious unity of the 'Ndrangheta. Only in the last decade or so did San Luca families allow their daughters to go to high school.

"They are extraordinary women who have lived under great pressure for years," said Rosy Canale, a businesswoman and volunteer social worker in Calabria. "They know they are destined to suffer, even if it is in silence. They grow up sliding into this mentality."

Still, Canale said, the women are the engine of the family, and that gives them power. A mother can keep her children out of the mob; she can also give subtle approval to a hit or relay intelligence to the gangsters.

"Their power may not be recognized, but it's there," Canale said. "If a woman says no in a house, then 80% it will be no."

Though not from San Luca, Canale is trying to organize the town's women into a sewing collective to give them independence. She formed the San Luca Women's Movement and said about 300 have joined. For her efforts, her car was burned, she's been threatened and she's afraid to spend much time in San Luca, Canale said.

Giorgi and Giampaolo are members of the collective. Giorgi sits behind a giant loom and weaves flax, silk and broom into delicate place mats, table runners and linen towels, most of them given as gifts. It's a handicraft that has disappeared in most parts of Europe. Giorgi has harvested and hauled the raw materials for a generation, as her dark, calloused hands attest.

The women hope to eventually sell their work outside of San Luca as a way to project a better image of the place and earn a small income.

Giorgi was related to one of the people killed in Duisburg but said she managed to keep her five children away from the clutches of the mafia by showing them prison movies when they were young and warning that was where they would end up.

"And so, we are honest, even though it means we are poor and have very little," she said.

Her daughter nodded soberly.

"Yes," she said. "Here, when you are honest, you are nothing."

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bennie wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Image

James J. Jeffries
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Nice. Jim must have loved being out there on his land, with his animals, away from the hurly burly of city life. Quality time.
I was fascinated by Jim's fight with "Sailor" Tom Sharkey as a kid. To me it was the two biggest, toughest men in the world going at it.
Many old timers who saw the second Jeffries-Sharkey fight and lived into the 1940s - meaning, they also saw the great fights involving Dempsey, Louis, et al. - claimed that the Jeffries-Sharkey fight was the greatest of all time.
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Men of Iron: Tom Sharkey
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By L.L. Roberts

Tom Sharkey was born and raised in Ireland of the 1880’s. Already a hard lad, a stint in the U.S. Navy toughened him still further, and prepared him for the prize ring, an even more brutal career in 1893 than now. Managed by Dan Lynch, and equipped with a strong left and battleship-steel chin. Sharkey started out in Hawaii knocking over whatever competition presented itself. In 1894 he invaded California with a record of fourteen straight KO’s against mostly mediocre opponents and inside two years added five more, one over the tough veteran, Australian Billy Smith.

In ‘98, after a tuneup fight with Sailor Brown, he was matched with 28-year-old Joe Choynski, a clever boxer who had not suffered a loss since 1891. It proved to be a terrible mismatch as Choynski dominated the action from the opening bell, attacking the stocky sailor without mercy. But try as he might, the battle-wise San Franciscan could not stop Tom Sharkey. At one point he managed to drive him through the ropes with a flurry of blows, but the Irishman merely clenched his teeth and climbed back in. When he could bore in close to the taller man, Sharkey would flail away at his lean mid-section with savage lefts and rights, but Choynski would push away and smash him at long range. Joe hit him with every ounce of strength he possessed, and it was considerable, but Sharkey would not yield. Blows which had finished other iron men like Jack Fallon and Mike Boden failed him now. Finally, the bell sounded and the bout was awarded to the bloody ex-seaman as per contract.

There followed a draw with the boxing master, Jim Corbett, and a three-round show with old John L. Sullivan that ended in a no-decision. Then came the match with top contender Bob Fitzsimmons, in which Tom was given a hard lesson. For seven rounds he strove mightily to plow through Fitzsimmons’ defense, once he managed to hurt the Cornishman, but as usual the punishment was one-sided and in the eighth Sharkey went down from a terrific blow to the lower midsection. Many claimed the blow to have been below the belt, and the referee, Wyatt Earp, awarded the bout to Tom on a foul, though he was unaware of it at the time.

A draw with fellow Irisher Peter Maher, in New York, four quick knockouts in Britain and a six-round stoppage of the Barrier champion, Joe Goddard, put him near the top of the heap and set up a rematch with Joe Choynski, who had been aching for a chance to remove a blot from his reputation. The match proved nothing, ending in a draw. Again the hard-punching Californian had been unable to administer a finishing stroke, and this time he had taken as much as he had dished out. It was Sharkey’s 34th bout without a loss, and only one man stood in his way - Jim Jeffries!

The twenty rounds in San Francisco with Jim Jeffries firmly established Tom Sharkey’s reputation as an iron man. Outweighed by moe than twenty pounds, he took the fight to the Boilermaker in the early going and even managed to bull Jeff around the ring. For sixty minutes, broken at intervals of three minutes, Tom Sharkey and Jim Jeffries fought toe-to-toe at ring center. It was a battle of attrition; two great iron-clad warships hurling explosive shells at each other without thought of surrender. Through the last few rounds the tide turned in Jeff’s favor as he landed again and again with murderous left hooks and right uppercuts to the smaller man’s rock-like head. The remaining seconds expired with both men in a state of complete physical and mental exhaustion. When the referee called the two battlers to his side, it was big Jeff’s thick right arm that was raised in victory amidst cries of protest from Sharkey’s supporters.

Tom was more determined than ever to win the heavyweight title, especially when he saw Jeffries go on to win the crown from his old foe, Bob Fitzsimmons. So he set about establishing himself as the number one contender, stopping big Gus Ruhlin in one round, winning against Jim Corbett, and knocking out wily Kid McCoy and Jack McCormick. But all of his efforts were to prove futile. Jeff still stood in his way.

Jeffries always considered his second battle with Tom Sharkey the hardest fight of his entire career. It went a full twenty-five rounds in near unbearable heat, melted fifteen pounds or more off each of them, and ended once again with Jeff’s arm raised. Sharkey, his entire face covered with blood, his jaw broken and several ribs shattered, was helped into a waiting ambulance and rushed to the hospital.

Although he survived the beating, Tom was just about through as a fighter. He managed to KO Joe Goddard again and finally won clearly against Choynski via KO in two, but ended the year in disaster with losses to Ruhlin and Fitz.

For all intents and purposes his career came to a halt on June 25, 1902 when Gus Ruhlin, on the comeback trail since losing to Jeffries the previous year, performed a workmanlike demolition job on him in a London ring, knocking him out in the initial seconds of the eleventh round. he retired for good in 1904, after a six-round draw with Canada’s Jack Munroe.
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bennie wrote:
dagosd2000 wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Image
Lou Filippo & Trudy Latka

Frank
That's a great shot of Lou Filippo and Trudy Latka.Say Frank,looking at Filippo I see a guy that looks like he understands pasta. When me and the wife head up your way for the banquet,do you know of any good Italian restaurants in the vicinity? If you tell me Pizza Hut,I'll tell the Marriot cooks to serve you Taco Bell.
"...looks like he understands pasta." :lol:

Over here we're still getting used to spaghetti.
There is a great rivalry between Lou Filippo and Don Fraser over Trudy Latka, who is Georgie Latka's widow, on the day I shot this photo Trudy was with Filippo, Don walked to their table and says to Trudy "Trudy the plane tickets to Cancun and the hotel are set", old Lou, the look on his face like "Oh shit, I lost", it, of course was all bull-shit on Don's part.
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Pat Valentino: “A Second Life”
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By Carlos Acevedo

Pat Valentino, heavyweight contender of the 1940s, was famous both for his savagery in the ring and, incongruously, for his chic hairstyle, which he often jokingly compared to that of Samson. He won the California State Heavyweight title in 1948 and was one of the most popular attractions in California for nearly a decade. He died of pneumonia on July 25th in Las Vegas.

Valentino, whose real name was Pasquale Guglielmi, was born on January 25, 1920, in the Excelsior District of San Francisco. One of eight children, Valentino was raised dirt poor during the Depression by an abusive father who once made this bleak, near Dickensian proposal to his son: “You work, I feed you.” Gaetano Guglielmi was so miserly that Valentino was often forced to walk barefoot to school without a bagged lunch or a pencil. “I was the fifth oldest,” Valentino said about his father, “and he just hated me.”

Emotionally scarred at an early age, Valentino developed a crippling lack of self-confidence and an almost pathological shyness. He dropped out of school at 13 to work brutal hours at the family grocery store on Mission Street. He also moonlighted as a newsboy at the time, handing his pitiful salary over to his callous father without hesitation. This kind of dismal background, the sort Zola might have cribbed from for material, often ends in despair, and many times Valentino was close to giving in to pessimism. “I had nothing going for me,” he told The San Francisco Examiner in 2004. “I would have been digging holes—if I were lucky.” Somehow, Valentino decided that insignificance did not necessarily have to be his pre-ordained fate. “I started fighting to get rid of my fear,” he once said.

Inspired by the ring heroics of another Excelsior product, Ray Actis, a young Valentino tested out several local gyms, often with spectacularly embarrassing results. Powerpunching Actis, like Valentino the son of Italian immigrants, rode his hurtful left hook to local fame during the early 1930s, brawling up and down the Bay Area with the likes of Carmen Barth, Gus Lesnevich, Jack Gibbons, and Billy Conn. Through his rousing feats inside the ring, Actis took on larger-than-life proportions along Persia Street and Naples Avenue. His local glory gave the awkward and uneducated Valentino what he thought of as a possible “out” from shame and anonymity.

Valentino hooked up with former lightweight Tommy Cello as his trainer and turned pro in 1939. He adopted his nom de boxe from a distant relative: 1920s Hollywood sex symbol Rudolph Valentino. Within months his rugged style and good looks shot him up to headline status. After little more than half a dozen fights, Valentino was booked for 10-round semis and main events at National Hall and the newly opened Coliseum Bowl on Market Street. Although Valentino scored some notable wins early in his career–against former middleweight titlist Solly Krieger, for example, and slick Ralph DeJohn–he also lost decisions to unremarkable fighters Harold Blackshear and Tommy Martin.

In August 1941 Valentino was outclassed by tricky ex-light heavyweight champion Melio Bettina over the distance, and was stopped by Turkey Thompson after nine brutal rounds. A few weeks after losing to Thompson, Valentino joined the Coast Guard (where he accidentally shot himself through the left hand, damaging a finger so severely he could no longer make a proper fist) and fought sporadically until 1944. While on furlough, Valentino, a natural light heavyweight whose boundless ambition led him to fight bigger men, avenged his loss to Thompson by decision before a crowd of nearly 9,000 at the Civic Auditorium. In his next bout he lost via points to “Duration” heavyweight champion Jimmy Bivins.

Military service kept Valentino out of the ring for the next two years. When he returned to boxing in April 1946, he won thirteen out of his next fourteen bouts before being stopped by Fitzie Fitzpatrick in five rounds. Still, his ferocious bodywork and swarthy looks made Valentino a popular attraction in San Francisco fight clubs. His raucous–and fateful–grudge trilogy with local bruiser Tony Bosnich drew feverish crowds. Their first fight, in December 1947, was declared a technical draw after Valentino suffered a cut from a butt in the first round; Bosnich won the second bout by majority decision over 10 rounds after flooring Valentino late in the fight; and Valentino convincingly won the rubber match over 15 hectic rounds on October 4, 1948. It was in the last fight that Valentino took a thumb in the eye and suffered a torn retina. Despite the injury, gutsy Valentino entered the ring two months later to face Turkey Thompson once again for the California State Heavyweight title. Valentino won a grueling decision, and soon found himself ranked among the top ten heavyweights in the world. Unfortunately, Valentino could not cash in on his ranking with big money fights; an operation to repair his torn retina left him on the sidelines for most of 1949.

Valentino was recuperating from eye surgery when his manager, Jack Andrade, relayed an offer to face Ezzard Charles for the NBA heavyweight title. With his eye still healing and with a layoff of nearly a year to consider, Valentino bravely–or foolishly–gave the unscrupulous Andrade the go-ahead. He was given only four weeks to train. For Valentino, the fight was more than a chance to win the title; it was a way to fulfill his hopes of distinction. For this aspiration he would lose all sight in his right eye. “In a way, it was worth it,” he told The Oakland Tribune in 2004. “I needed the money and it was a title fight. When I was young, I told some kids I was going to fight for the heavyweight championship. They laughed at me.”

On October 14, 1949, a sellout crowd of over 19,000 jammed the Cow Palace to see the first heavyweight championship fight held in California since Jack Johnson flattened Stanley Ketchel in 1909. Promoters drew a gate of $167,870 despite the fact that Valentino was considered little more than a set-up for the heavyweight champion. A 5 to 1 underdog, Valentino, who earned a career high $5,000 for the fight, would make sure that Charles would earn every cent of his hefty $40,000 purse.

From the opening bell Valentino forced a chaotic pace, thumping Charles around the ring with lefts and rights to the body. Twice he doubled up the champion near the ropes with resounding bodyshots. “I read in the newspaper a year later that I had broken one of his ribs,” Valentino recalled. “I broke a lot of ribs. I hate to hurt anybody, but that was the way I fought.” Driven by desires beyond money or titles, Valentino tore into Charles with the fury of a tempest. With the overflow crowd in pandemonium, the two heavyweights swapped blows frantically, with Valentino getting the best of the exchanges in the early rounds. Charles countered coolly, snapped his whiplash jab with precision, and used his finesse to turn the fight around in the fifth and sixth rounds. Although Valentino continued to press his assault, he began to decelerate, and his reckless charges were being picked off by pinpoint counters from the sharpshooting champion. In the eighth round Charles landed a cuffing left that placed Valentino into position for a short right hand that landed like a torpedo. Valentino, ahead on two of the three scorecards, collapsed and was counted out. He had to be helped back to his corner.

Years later Valentino described the end of the fight to Jack Fiske: “As the fight went on I felt the effects of not being in condition. In the eighth round, Charles hit me with a hook and a right cross, really nailed me flush, and I went down on my back. I struggled up, but the referee, Jack Downey, stopped it at 35 seconds. I thought I should have been permitted to continue; but I never protested. In fifteen years I never protested once.” His dream of becoming a “somebody” would prove to be costly: the punishment he took from Charles left him completely blind in his right eye.

A few weeks after the Charles fight, Valentino was approached to face Joe Louis in an exhibition bout. A $7,500 purse, by far the biggest of his career, beckoned Valentino the way ghost lights lure the unsuspecting on foggy nights. Like many fighters facing premature retirement, Valentino hoped for one last score to put him over the top, and facing Louis, even with only one eye, seemed like a good idea to a man who admitted to living “from fight to fight.” Besides, theoretically, at least, it would not be a “real” fight. Valentino accepted the bout. There remained only the conundrum of the pre-fight physical, and how, exactly, a half blind boxer would manage to circumvent it. Valentino passed the exam with a bit of grade school legerdemain any dutiful physician might have spotted: “During the eye test at the weigh-in,” he told Ring Magazine in 2002, “I brought my right hand over my right eye and read the chart with my good eye. Then I used my left hand to cover my right eye and no one noticed.”

In addition to his marked handicap (along with giving up over 30 pounds in weight), Valentino would have to contend with one of the greatest fighters in history. At age 35 and two years after relinquishing the heavyweight championship to shoot birdies and wrangle with the IRS, Louis was on a barnstorming exhibition tour that secretly doubled as sparring sessions for a looming comeback bout with Ezzard Charles. And Louis was never easy on his spar mates. Johnny Shkor, Joe Chesul, and Johnny Flynn were all dropped and generally flogged in exhibition matches in the weeks before Louis met Valentino. (Indeed, some of these exhibitions were so brutal that contender Lee Oma withdrew from one shortly after Louis fought Valentino. His argument was that Louis was not engaged in any mild demonstration of skills, but was engaging in actual fights. Oma instead sensibly demanded a legitimate match with “The Brown Bomber” and the sizeable purse that would accompany it.)

On December 8, 1949, Valentino and Louis met in Chicago Stadium before a crowd of 5,726. Unlike the harmless waltzes most exhibitions resembled, this was a fight. Jersey Jones speculated about the demolition job that took place: “The fact that Charles, a few weeks previously, had flattened Valentino in the eighth stanza in San Francisco may have been responsible for the devastating job Louis turned in on Pat of the flowing Tarzan tresses.” Louis, past his prime but still more than capable of handling second-tier contenders, went to work on Valentino. Nor was Louis, apparently, his only obstacle that night. For some reason Jack Andrade, who Valentino would soon be on the outs with, did not offer the most encouraging advice throughout the match. “In the corner Andrade said, ‘Take it easy.’ I asked why and he said ‘just do it.’ Louis was leveling–throwing hard punches–and in the third I said to myself, ‘To hell with this’ and got mad and belted him around.” Louis paid Valentino back with a clinical beating, finally dropping the rugged San Franciscan for the count in round eight. It was his last fight.

After retiring from the ring, Valentino moved to Los Angeles, where he obtained a few bit parts in films, including one alongside Ralph Meeker in “Glory Alley.” When the roles dried up, Valentino worked on an assembly line at Lockheed Aircraft before running a bar in North Hollywood for a few years. He returned to San Francisco in the early 1970s and became a popular fixture on Fisherman’s Wharf as maitre d’ for Scoma’s Restaurant. For over twenty years the affable ex-fighter greeted customers, delighting them with tales of his fight with Ezzard Charles. His legendary brawl with Charles gave Valentino a sort of second life, one filled with admiration and respect.

Pat Valentino, dead at 88, fought professionally from 1939 to 1949, and compiled a record of 45-11-4. Among the fighters he defeated were Turkey Thompson, Freddie Beshore, Solly Krieger, Ralph DeJohn, Buddy Knox, Tony Bosnich, and Freddie Fiducia. He also fought two draws with Joey Maxim. “…I took up boxing,” he once said, “because I wanted to be good at something.” At that, he succeeded.
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Bob Fitzsimmons was, of course, the first man to achieve the remarkable feat of three world titles at three different weights.
Born in Helston in Cornwall, where he spent the first decade of his life, his family emigrated to New Zealand and then Australia, although Bob ultimately sailed to America to pursue a crack at the world heavyweight title and took out US citizenship. Even though he was lacking in charisma and certainly in appearance, Fitzsimmons captured the imagination of boxing fans in America because of the water in Helston; i.e., he was a born puncher. He was also a prodigious boxing talent. On board ship to America he would practice his defensive skills by tripping up burly sailors, before making them miss. He was incredibly dedicated, too. In training for a successful crack at the world light-heavyweight title against George Gardner, he blistered his feet badly but refused to give up the roadwork. Bystanders laughed at the sight of him struggling past.
Bob was used to people laughing at him. His freckles, his spindly legs, his milky-white complexion and what was left of his red hair, were all forms of amusement for rival opponents and their supporters - until that first bell rang. He won the world middleweight title with a crushing knockout over Nonpareil Jack Dempsey and coined the immortal line: "The bigger they are, the harder they fall." (Yes, that line truly belongs to him.)
That saying applies to status as well, and like most boxing legends, Bob couldn't walk away from the sport he loved. At the age of 53 he was barred from fighting for his own safety (John L. Sullivan was one who endorsed the ban). He died a year later, gone but never forgotten.
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kikibalt wrote:Men of Iron: Tom Sharkey
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By L.L. Roberts

Tom Sharkey was born and raised in Ireland of the 1880’s. Already a hard lad, a stint in the U.S. Navy toughened him still further, and prepared him for the prize ring, an even more brutal career in 1893 than now. Managed by Dan Lynch, and equipped with a strong left and battleship-steel chin. Sharkey started out in Hawaii knocking over whatever competition presented itself. In 1894 he invaded California with a record of fourteen straight KO’s against mostly mediocre opponents and inside two years added five more, one over the tough veteran, Australian Billy Smith.

In ‘98, after a tuneup fight with Sailor Brown, he was matched with 28-year-old Joe Choynski, a clever boxer who had not suffered a loss since 1891. It proved to be a terrible mismatch as Choynski dominated the action from the opening bell, attacking the stocky sailor without mercy. But try as he might, the battle-wise San Franciscan could not stop Tom Sharkey. At one point he managed to drive him through the ropes with a flurry of blows, but the Irishman merely clenched his teeth and climbed back in. When he could bore in close to the taller man, Sharkey would flail away at his lean mid-section with savage lefts and rights, but Choynski would push away and smash him at long range. Joe hit him with every ounce of strength he possessed, and it was considerable, but Sharkey would not yield. Blows which had finished other iron men like Jack Fallon and Mike Boden failed him now. Finally, the bell sounded and the bout was awarded to the bloody ex-seaman as per contract.

There followed a draw with the boxing master, Jim Corbett, and a three-round show with old John L. Sullivan that ended in a no-decision. Then came the match with top contender Bob Fitzsimmons, in which Tom was given a hard lesson. For seven rounds he strove mightily to plow through Fitzsimmons’ defense, once he managed to hurt the Cornishman, but as usual the punishment was one-sided and in the eighth Sharkey went down from a terrific blow to the lower midsection. Many claimed the blow to have been below the belt, and the referee, Wyatt Earp, awarded the bout to Tom on a foul, though he was unaware of it at the time.

A draw with fellow Irisher Peter Maher, in New York, four quick knockouts in Britain and a six-round stoppage of the Barrier champion, Joe Goddard, put him near the top of the heap and set up a rematch with Joe Choynski, who had been aching for a chance to remove a blot from his reputation. The match proved nothing, ending in a draw. Again the hard-punching Californian had been unable to administer a finishing stroke, and this time he had taken as much as he had dished out. It was Sharkey’s 34th bout without a loss, and only one man stood in his way - Jim Jeffries!

The twenty rounds in San Francisco with Jim Jeffries firmly established Tom Sharkey’s reputation as an iron man. Outweighed by moe than twenty pounds, he took the fight to the Boilermaker in the early going and even managed to bull Jeff around the ring. For sixty minutes, broken at intervals of three minutes, Tom Sharkey and Jim Jeffries fought toe-to-toe at ring center. It was a battle of attrition; two great iron-clad warships hurling explosive shells at each other without thought of surrender. Through the last few rounds the tide turned in Jeff’s favor as he landed again and again with murderous left hooks and right uppercuts to the smaller man’s rock-like head. The remaining seconds expired with both men in a state of complete physical and mental exhaustion. When the referee called the two battlers to his side, it was big Jeff’s thick right arm that was raised in victory amidst cries of protest from Sharkey’s supporters.

Tom was more determined than ever to win the heavyweight title, especially when he saw Jeffries go on to win the crown from his old foe, Bob Fitzsimmons. So he set about establishing himself as the number one contender, stopping big Gus Ruhlin in one round, winning against Jim Corbett, and knocking out wily Kid McCoy and Jack McCormick. But all of his efforts were to prove futile. Jeff still stood in his way.

Jeffries always considered his second battle with Tom Sharkey the hardest fight of his entire career. It went a full twenty-five rounds in near unbearable heat, melted fifteen pounds or more off each of them, and ended once again with Jeff’s arm raised. Sharkey, his entire face covered with blood, his jaw broken and several ribs shattered, was helped into a waiting ambulance and rushed to the hospital.

Although he survived the beating, Tom was just about through as a fighter. He managed to KO Joe Goddard again and finally won clearly against Choynski via KO in two, but ended the year in disaster with losses to Ruhlin and Fitz.

For all intents and purposes his career came to a halt on June 25, 1902 when Gus Ruhlin, on the comeback trail since losing to Jeffries the previous year, performed a workmanlike demolition job on him in a London ring, knocking him out in the initial seconds of the eleventh round. he retired for good in 1904, after a six-round draw with Canada’s Jack Munroe.
Thanks for posting, Frankie. Tom Sharkey brought new meaning to the term 'iron man'. His famous cauliflower ear was a present from the Boilermaker.
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kikibalt wrote:And one for my friend Bennie

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Yeah, Twiggy is still knocking about on TV, still looking good, although she's nenever really been my type (and I'm not hers). I like women with a bit of meat on 'em and spectacularly 'loose'.
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Oscar De La Hoya & the Pac-man
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Rick Farris wrote:
raylawpc wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Image
Mando Muniz & wife Yolanda
Mando looks good considering all the wars he was in.
He looks like he could still go 15 rounds.
He can. I'd bet that any day. I see Mando a couple times a month and visit with him often by phone. Mando coached high school wrestling for years. It's no secret that Armando Muniz had a wrestling scholarship to UCLA, and went on to get his masters, teach school, run his own business, sell real estate and, of course, stay active in boxing. Mando is in top shape. He is tight around the waste and he walks like he did when he was in his early 20's. He's got a little grey hair now, but he basicly looks the same physically.

I need to share a little Armando Muniz story, one from April, 1969. At the time Muniz had been in the Army for nearly two years, had become the greatest military boxer of the era, won an Olympic Medal, back-to-back Nat'l AAU champioships, All-Army & Inter-service titles, and on and on. He had dominated the '69 Nat'l AAU tournment, and would win "Outstanding Boxer" award for the tourney. After winning his second AAU title. The Los Angeles AAU team, which I was a member of and all of us on the team were friendly with Muniz. He was one of us, even though he represented the Army at the time.

Anyway, after Muniz destroys his final bout opponent to win the title. He makes his way back up the aisle and everybody is congratulating him, and Jake Horn, the L.A. coach (and Muniz's former coach) tells us to hold back and let Mando see his father first. Muniz's very proud father waited for him at the door to the dressing room, and when they met Mando said nothing, just hugged his father tight, the two of them in tears. You know, it was one of those "Hallmark" moments. Of course, we got our chance to congratulate our friend a few minutes later, but I never forgot the emotion that was shared by Mando and his dad. A few years back, I was talking with Muniz and shared that story, which I'd included in a story I wrote about him. He was touched, the memory hit on a special moment. Mando is a truly great man!

-Rick Farris
Hey, Rick, next time you talk to Mando, please tell him that he has a real fan back in St. Louis, Missouri!! As I look back on the 1970s, I think Mando was my favorite fighter of the period among those I did not personally know. Everything you read about the guy and the way he conducted himself inside the ring and out said "class."

He's one of those guys that I want to meet and shake his hand someday.
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raylawpc wrote:Image
Mando Muniz & wife Yolanda
Mando looks good considering all the wars he was in.

Hey, Rick, next time you talk to Mando, please tell him that he has a real fan back in St. Louis, Missouri!! As I look back on the 1970s, I think Mando was my favorite fighter of the period among those I did not personally know. Everything you read about the guy and the way he conducted himself inside the ring and out said "class."

He's one of those guys that I want to meet and shake his hand someday.
You can meet him when you come to L.A. for the CBHOF next year, he can sit with you on the table you're buying..... :TU:
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raylawpc wrote:Image
Mando Muniz & wife Yolanda
Mando looks good considering all the wars he was in.

Hey, Rick, next time you talk to Mando, please tell him that he has a real fan back in St. Louis, Missouri!! As I look back on the 1970s, I think Mando was my favorite fighter of the period among those I did not personally know. Everything you read about the guy and the way he conducted himself inside the ring and out said "class."

He's one of those guys that I want to meet and shake his hand someday.
You can meet him when you come to L.A. for the CBHOF next year, he can sit with you on the table you're buying..... :TU:
Great. I'm counting on you to line up the guests for my table. :TU: :TU: The only seat I request that you save is the one for Lucia Rijker. :DDD :DDD :DDD (Unless Linda comes with me . . . :shame: :shame: )
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raylawpc wrote:
kikibalt wrote:
raylawpc wrote:Image
Mando Muniz & wife Yolanda
Mando looks good considering all the wars he was in.

Hey, Rick, next time you talk to Mando, please tell him that he has a real fan back in St. Louis, Missouri!! As I look back on the 1970s, I think Mando was my favorite fighter of the period among those I did not personally know. Everything you read about the guy and the way he conducted himself inside the ring and out said "class."

He's one of those guys that I want to meet and shake his hand someday.
You can meet him when you come to L.A. for the CBHOF next year, he can sit with you on the table you're buying..... :TU:
Great. I'm counting on you to line up the guests for my table. :TU: :TU: The only seat I request that you save is the one for Lucia Rijker. :DDD :DDD :DDD (Unless Linda comes with me . . . :shame: :shame: )
Why Me?.... :oo, What about Lucia's girlfriend?
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Because I don't know anybody out there, and I'll feel pretty stupid sitting by myself.

Lucia's GIRLFRIEND!?!?. Another fantasy shot to hell . . . :oops: :oops: Wait, what does she look like? :wink: :wink:
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raylawpc wrote:Because I don't know anybody out there, and I'll feel pretty stupid sitting by myself.

Lucia's GIRLFRIEND!?!?. Another fantasy shot to hell . . . :oops: :oops: Wait, what does she look like? :wink: :wink:
Don't know if its true, but I heard it from a very good source, sorry if I spoil your fantasy.... :oo

You won't be sitting by youself, I just might sit with you and turn my table to somebody else.. :D
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In all seriousness, I'd like to invite any of our friends on this California Forum to join Frank and me at my table. Hap, Rick, Randy, Bruce, bennie, diego, El Gato, chuck, ex pug (Gee, I hope I'm not forgetting somebody) . . . The more the merrier, I say.

BTW, diego, I think I'm gonna be in San Diego with my son in February for the big rugby tournament. Let's try to get together.
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Three answer the FINAL BELL!
By Tommy Noel
Old School Boxing

The boxing community compared to the World Wide population is a miniscule group of dedicated participants and assistants who are very special and toil in a very demanding trade that is laced with disappointment, there are a lot of ups and downs to put it mildly. It's just a close as you can get to pure capitalism just about anyone can set up shop and try there hand at it- you just better be good if your going to be successful or you will quickly be culled out and rejected!

But , if your in it you LOVE IT!

I often make the statement " If I go to any boxing gym anywhere, I'll know someone or meet someone who knows someone I know or has crossed my path over the years.

Unfortunately life is short and we all must move on eventually, in the last couple of months three prominent fighters that I briefly had contact with heard the bell toll at least on earth for the final time.

JOE MICELI A big left hook AND ENTERTAINING!

ART ARAGON THE ORIGINAL GOLDEN BOY

KENNY LANE Lightweight Contender, Muskegon, Michigan

Joe Miceli I use to watch on the Friday Night fights in the early 50's as he battled every first class welter of his day, good looking and armed with a devastating left hook he was never in a stinker.

When I arrived in Los Angeles in late 1957 and set up shop at the Main Street gym, the destination for great fighters of the 1940's 50's and 60's to do their preparation prior to a bout usually at the Hollywood Legion Stadium or the Olympic in downtown Los Angeles World Class fighters active and retired were a daily occurrence at this boxing emporium! Many fighters who were the T.V. stars of those years but had slid a little were booked to ply the trade in Los Angeles which was a second class sports town in that period, we had the Los Angeles Rams football, Hollywood and Santa Anita race tracks and BOXING! Early in 1958 Joe Miceli was penciled in to fight at the Legion stadium, with over 90 fights on his register he had arrived near the end.

Saturdays were always a busy affair at Main Street as the general public would assemble in downtown Los Angeles to do their shopping at the Grand Central Market which stretched between Hill and Broadway-near the Broadway entrance was the famous Million Dollar theatre where vaudeville was still practiced with Latin comedians and singers performing. Moving a short two blocks to the east over to Main Street which was the beginning of the seamy side of the downtown area-boxing fans could walk to 318 South Main check out the streetside billboard listing the names of the fighters training that day and venture up the worn flight of wooden stairs and invest 25 cents to see their favorites go through their daily training grind.

Boxing was a prevalent part of the L.A. scene in that period and gambling on boxing- man to man was a common practice, so surrounding the larger ring at Main St.the choice of the stellar performers would be a numerous contingent of the gambling community trying to get an edge on the schedule performers for the weekly fight cards, Thursdays at the Olympic, Saturdays at the Legion. The combinationS of bettors, fans, hangers on, managers, trainers and boxers created an electric atmosphere every Saturday and Sunday!

We always worked early on the weekend so we could get a ring, (from noon to two you would have to wait it seemed forever to be able to climb into the ring to do your sparring), the Big Names went to the head of the queque.

I had finished my early workout and emerging from the locker room area I spotted Joe Miceli sitting on a table used for abdominal exercises, Joe a favorite of mine, so I asked my Managers uncle Jack a trainer and houseman at the Olympic and also one of my biggest boosters if he could get me an intro to Joe? He went to Harry 'Stick' Evers Joe's manager inquiring if it would be o.k. and it was affirmative; the Stick nickname was that the neatly attired Evers would always have a prominent tie tac affixed to his windsor knotted fancy necktie. Joe sat on the sturdy table, with a soiled white towel drapped over his head, he wore a couple of days growth of whiskers and he seemed exhausted. Miceli was moving towards the end of his boxing career but he was still a name and able to spin the turnstiles. I was standing very close to Joe as Jack began the introduction of a rookie fighter, (I didn't make my pro debut until three months later), to a World Class performer who had been there, done that etc,.

Instantly flashing through my mind I thought, what had happened to the spirited young man I had witnessed on the Gillete Cavalcade of Sports? I can see him now mounting an assault with that slashing lefthook on the premier welterweights of the early 50's, fight after fight, in that period the best fought the best and a loss or two was inevitable and understood. Joe summoned up a weak smile an acknowledged my presence but seemed disinterested, perhaps it was jet-lag or a tough workout or a combination of both or two many fights. I thought silently, My God maybe I choose the wrong profession. I think we both realized we had nothing in common but everything in common he was concluding the journey I was about to begin.

I went to the fight, best I can say his performance compared to his exciting slashing punches he would display in the early period of his career was terrible, his legs were gone, the hook was heavy and slow. Those in attendance would have a slight rush of anticipation as Joe readied the left for an assault reminiscent of his youth, but it never came.

Joe struggled to a victory over a fledgling import from Germany-Karl Heinz Guder. I felt saddened realizing the new fans had never seen him at the top of his game their only impression was of a tired old washed-up fighter and he was!

They would probably categorize him as just another pug unaware of the excitement and flair this dashing young man once had demonstrated when he went on the attack with his vicious hook.

But you know there is life after boxing, Joe lived to almost 80 years, what did he do? how did he fare? If you know the history of Joe's after fight life. E-Mail me I'm interested, after all he was a part of my life.

ART ARAGON the brash self proclaimed 'Golden Boy' you either loved him or hated him, but he could sell tickets. His feud with Lightweight champ and local latin fighter Lauro Salas was front page above the fold in the local sports pages!

When I arrived on the scene as outlined in the previous story on Miceli, Art was under a cloud of suspicion, he had been indicted and convicted for supposedly having bribed another fighter in a southwestern state to throw a fight for $500 dollars. On August 23,1957 the California State Appeals Court reversed the decision and sent the case back for retrial. Prior to the reversal Art had a few fights in neighboring states and small cities in California but nothing big, except one at the Hollywood Legion against T.V. favorite Chico Vejar.

With the reversal the cloudy reputation hanging over Art was partially removed with the local media and the public and a fight was booked at the Legion, the opponent was to be Alfonso Flores a light hitting journeyman, billed as the Mexican Welterweight Champ, (no such thing at that time).

Aragon through his connections in the media and Hollywood was now hosting a short T.V. show that came on ten minutes before the first preliminary bout, the entire card was televised by a local station, sometimes there was a Main Event for the little screen and another Main with marquee fighters which you had to come to the arena and buy a ducat to view.

I was booked for my second fight, the opening bout, in boxing lingo the CURTAIN RAISER, 4 rounds for $65 dollars.

But this was also the debut of a new venture- the Art Aragon show that was hastily being produced, (like that night) and they were trying to give the set,(10x10 utility room),the appearance of a boxing gym. One of Art's entourage came up with the scenario that Art and his guest would be standing next to a workout table as a massage was being administered by said hanger-on to a boxer laying on the table as Aragon conducted the interview. One important detail was lacking they didn't have anyone to lay on the table. This was like 15 minutes prior to the first bell! Tommy! you're going on the Aragon show, no way I'm fighting in a few minutes, that's crazy, I'm not doing that! It's good publicity my promoter insisted, it's good exposure, the faces of the production crew and Art et.al, were also sending me a message through their body language, 'Come on kid get on the table we have a show to do', up on the table, didn't hear a word of the interview all I was thinking was I'm fighting in five minutes I've got to warm up, I have to get down to the ring, SHIT!

Well I made it to the ring and scored a one shot knockout in the second round and I had already forgotten about the T.V. mess, showered and dressed, picked up my check $42 dollars after expenses and was standing in the walkway of the arena watching the remaining fights and along came Aragon he was not going to fight for another hour and was still in suit and tie, he caught my eye and said quizically "Well it didn't hurt you?" I smiled being happy because of the result of my bout, I didn't say anything, he disappeared down the hall to prepare for his fight and later stopped Alfonso when he had enough, retiring in his corner between the fifth and sixth.

The next time I saw Art and in his very next fight, was at Wrigley Field Los Angeles in a major outdoor show against the toughest welter in the world Carmine Basilio. Yes Art Aragon parlayed his braggadocio Golden Boy image once again into a major promotion which was a sellout. However Art was to play Alphonse in this one, Basilio fresh off his 1957 & 1958 fights of the year a Win and a Loss to 'Sugar' Ray Robinson, probably the greatest fighter ever plus multiple victories over every hard as a rock tough welter and middleweight of that era, this was above Aragon's boxing pay scale but not his ability to fill up a ballpark with boxing fans.

Art was no match for Carmine but he marched forward and clashed head to head with the upstate New York onion farmer trading blow for blow but eventually Carmine overpowerd Art and in boxing speak was administering a 'Paint Job' to the Los Angeles based Aragon. The shellacking was halted between the eight and ninth rounds, but I was impressed with Art's courage he stood in there and took it and fought back but was overwhelmed, he had a lot of heart!

After a few more fights, he called it a boxing career and went into the Bail Bondsman business, always the jokester his punch line was"I'll get you out! No matter how long it takes"

Kenny Lane- I came to Gym about three one afternoon that was a slow period the full timer boxers had left and the preliminary boys had jobs and didn't start to arrive until fiveish. There were a couple of unknown to me boxers banging the bags and the echos of the rat-a-tat-tat of a lone speed bag was bouncing off the blank surfaces of the empty gym.

Sitting on the apron of the larger ring was a blond light skinned fighter all bundled up in a sweat suit in the act of re-tieing his boxing shoes. A few minutes later he was attacking a heavy bag ferociously. I asked "Who is that?' Kenny Lane, "What, that's Kenny Lane, No Way", he looked ordinary? He was to fight Len Matthews out of Philadelphia that Saturday evening at the Olympic first bell at seven p.m. for the Main Bout, supporting card to follow so as to be prime time for the East Coast Television audience. Len Matthews was the typical Philadelphia fighter molded into a boxer puncher from surviving the legendary gym wars of the city of Brotherly Love. For those readers unfamiliar with Len he had a style and physical presence like Meldrick Taylor or todays Albert Berto.

Matching two fighters although world class performers in a 10 round non-championship contest in Los Angeles with one from Muskegon, Michigan and the other from Pennsylvania on a Saturday at 7 o'clock in the evening was not the way to draw a throng of fans but approximately 800 or so of the dedicated managed to make the early bell. As usual when you don't expect much you get the most exciting two round war this writer has ever witnessed.

When they entered the ring it was evident that these two were solid pro's, Matthews came out pitching every 'Sunday Punch'conceivable as he battered Lane from corner to corner and from bell to bell, somehow Kenny remained erect and weathered the onslaught. Round Two the exchanges intensified however it was now the lefty from Muskegon doing the majority of the pitching and backing Matthews up and reversing any advantage Len had gained in the first round.

The usual fanatic fans at the Olympic were silent or were probably in shock after viewing the violent collisions of these two rounds and the turn about that occurred from round one to round two. However there was a commotion in Lanes corner and there were still plenty of time to go to the bell, something was wrong, Kenny stood up, it was over! Lane's left eye was closed and there was a bad cut over his right, it went into the books as a Third round TKO for Matthews.

A couple of years later in a rematch in Philly Lane emerged with the win when he stopped Matthews in the ninth on a badly swollen eye.

The few that had attended this early evening battle were able to easily exit the arena and it seemed odd to have the sun still shinning, still time to go to that movie, dance or be home early!


CONCLUSION

Three great fighters that would be P4P material compared to today's practitioners over 300 fights but not one a Champion only Kenny had a couple of shots but fell short as the reigning titleholders he met Joe Brown and Carlos Ortiz are Hall of Famers!

R.I.P.

Joe Miceli 1929-2008
Art Aragon 1927-2008
Kenny Lane 1932-2008
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing

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raylawpc wrote:In all seriousness, I'd like to invite any of our friends on this California Forum to join Frank and me at my table. Hap, Rick, Randy, Bruce, bennie, diego, El Gato, chuck, ex pug (Gee, I hope I'm not forgetting somebody) . . . The more the merrier, I say. BTW, diego, I think I'm gonna be in San Diego with my son in February for the big rugby tournament. Let's try to get together.
Tom . . . count me in for the CBHOF next year. By the way, I grew up in Burbank where Jim Jeffries had his home and famous barn. That photo of Jeff on the farm with his cattle was actually taken in Burbank less than a mile from where I lived as a kid. However, it wasn't country land, it was and is a thriving media/studio center. That's what it looked like when my mother was growing up. -Rick
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