Rick, we were "talking" about gyms a few days ago. I think that modern gyms, high tech equipment and nutritionists are ruining fighters. A boxing gym should be spartan, stripped of niceties. A fighter should be reminded everyday that he is hungry, where he came from, what he is trying to achieve. The gym should reflect that. As seedy and run down as the Main Street gym was, it had the right stuff for boxing. So many great fighters came out of that gym, and gyms just like that. Of course, once upon a time, there were great trainers too. Guys like us, we know the difference. I envy Hap and Frank, they saw boxing's heyday.
The same with roadwork. The treadmill is fine once in a while but nothing beats a run out in the country, taking in all that good, clean, fresh air. Maybe chopping some wood, and not just for a photo op. The same with running in the city. Run uphill, downhill, mix up the speed, run backwards. Make it real.
The same with food. A fighter should be eating real food. So many fighters have stepped into the ring in a weakened state, courtesy of a nutritionist. What the hell do they know about boxing?
My theory is that a fighter should eat the food he grew up with, the food that made him strong. In moderation and with other foods but you get the idea. I'll bet Manny ate good Filipino food. I'm just guessing but Oscar probably had some meal specially prepared by a nutritionist geared toward endurance. He should have had a bowl of Menudo con patas. At the very least, he might have got up off that stool.
Speaking of the Main Street gym, Jeri and I were out Saturday. We went to Canter's Deli on Fairfax on the West side, for some corned beef and pastrami on rye. On the way back, we took the "scenic route" through downtown. We were at the corner of 4th and main. There was a lot of construction going on but the lot where the gym once stood is still empty. I just let out a small sigh and said very quietly "That's where the Main Street gym used to be". "I know" she said. She should know I've only shown here about a thousand times. Still, whenever I pass by, It's almost an instinctive comment or perhaps just thinking out loud. Like the song says "Those were the days, my friend, I thought they'ed never end".
Randy
