Frankkikibalt wrote:Its rainin' and its cold outside, so I'm staying inside by the fireplace, will put some tunes on the stereo, have a glass of wine (Cabernet Sauvignon), maybe romance the wife, if I do, she'll get her valantine tonite....
RogIn my next life, I too shall be a kept man.kikibalt wrote:Its rainin' and its cold outside, so I'm staying inside by the fireplace, will put some tunes on the stereo, have a glass of wine (Cabernet Sauvignon), maybe romance the wife, if I do, she'll get her valantine tonite....
Rick 'ol pal,dagosd2000 wrote:Rog, Monica wasn't my first wife, hell, she wasn't even the second or third. I don't renew vows, I just get a new wife. If you have to start over, best to start clean.
Needless to say, I'll never be a rich man.
Rog[/quote]Rick... its not hard to be a kept man, all you have to be is a bull-shit artist....Rick Farris wrote:In my next life, I too shall be a kept man.kikibalt wrote:Its rainin' and its cold outside, so I'm staying inside by the fireplace, will put some tunes on the stereo, have a glass of wine (Cabernet Sauvignon), maybe romance the wife, if I do, she'll get her valantine tonite....
You're still my idol, Frank
-Rick
Yeh Rickkikibalt wrote:Rick... its not hard to be a kept man, all you have to be is a bull-shit artist....Rick Farris wrote:In my next life, I too shall be a kept man.kikibalt wrote:Its rainin' and its cold outside, so I'm staying inside by the fireplace, will put some tunes on the stereo, have a glass of wine (Cabernet Sauvignon), maybe romance the wife, if I do, she'll get her valantine tonite....
You're still my idol, Frank
-Rick
Better yet, ask her, "Who're you going to believe, me, or you lying eyes"dagosd2000 wrote:
In my next life, I too shall be a kept man.
You're still my idol, Frank
-Rick
Rick... its not hard to be a kept man, all you have to be is a bull-shit artist....
Yeh Rick
Frank is right. Women don't want to hear the truth anyway. Like my dad said. If your wife catches you in bed with another woman,say that I don't know who this person is. She must have crawled through the window while I was asleep.
Frankkikibalt wrote:Better yet, ask her, "Who're you going to believe, me, or you lying eyes"dagosd2000 wrote:
In my next life, I too shall be a kept man.
You're still my idol, Frank
-Rick
Rick... its not hard to be a kept man, all you have to be is a bull-shit artist....
Yeh Rick
Frank is right. Women don't want to hear the truth anyway. Like my dad said. If your wife catches you in bed with another woman,say that I don't know who this person is. She must have crawled through the window while I was asleep.
[/quote[/quote] RickRick Farris wrote:"Indian Red" . . .
During the summer of 1966, I'd lose in my first attempt to win a Jr. Golden Gloves championship at the Olympic Auditorium. I'd win two open-class championships in following years, but after winning three bouts to reach my first Jr. Gloves title fight, I'd drop a decision to a kid from San Diego.
The next day, my grandfather drove me to the Main Street Gym. I was 14, and needed to work on something after being outpointed the night before. My trainer, Manny Diaz, met me in the gym at 10 am. and I got some basic instructions on how to deal with a southpaw. I didn't box with anybody, just shadow boxed, skipped some rope, stretched out, and got some schooling from a good teacher. I hadn't slept all night after the loss, my first after six straight wins. I worked out my questions in the gym, I got a lot out of that day.
After I finished my workout, I grabbed a towel and walked over to one of the rings where Johnnie Flores was fastening Jerry Quarry's head gear. The future heavyweight contender stepped up to the ring for a sparring session. I saw light-heavy Joe "Shotgun" Shelton over to the side, slipping into his cup and pulling it up to his waist. I knew Jerry and Shelton worked together.
As Jerry climbed thru the ropes, I was surprised to see "Indian Red" Lopez move over to the ring and step inside the ropes with him. A moment later the bell rings and both Quarry and Lopez move to the center of the ring, extend their left arms and tap each other's gloves and then begin to move. Jerry is boxing and Ernie is pressing, As Jerry slides to his side, Ernie slides the same direction, cutting off the heavyweights movement, then landing with a good shot to Jerry's body. The punch lands with a thud, but Quarry is uneffected. They end up exchanging some good blows with each other, and at one point I could tell that Jerry must have got stung, because he started to drop bombs. Ernie made several blows miss, but took a couple, as well. They never got crazy, or lost control, but Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez gave Jerry a great workout, one for speed.
Later, on the way home from the gym, my grandfather and I stop for lunch at Felipe's, the legendary French dip place across from Union Station. My Grandmother worked there as a cashier. While we're sitting at one of the long tables, we see Ernie Lopez sit down across the room with his lunch, a French dip sandwich with a glass of lemonade. My Grandfather liked Ernie Lopez, they would talk at the gym. They had both lived on Indian Reservation land growing up, my grandad had boxed.
I remember that afternoon my Grandfather pointed across the room to Ernie, and told me that he thought Ernie Lopez was the toughest fighter in town, tougher than Quarry, Rojas, any of them. That was his opinion.
I'd have to say that my Grandfather was pretty close to right.
-Rick Farris
dagosd2000 wrote:RickRick Farris wrote:"Indian Red" . . .
During the summer of 1966, I'd lose in my first attempt to win a Jr. Golden Gloves championship at the Olympic Auditorium. I'd win two open-class championships in following years, but after winning three bouts to reach my first Jr. Gloves title fight, I'd drop a decision to a kid from San Diego.
The next day, my grandfather drove me to the Main Street Gym. I was 14, and needed to work on something after being outpointed the night before. My trainer, Manny Diaz, met me in the gym at 10 am. and I got some basic instructions on how to deal with a southpaw. I didn't box with anybody, just shadow boxed, skipped some rope, stretched out, and got some schooling from a good teacher. I hadn't slept all night after the loss, my first after six straight wins. I worked out my questions in the gym, I got a lot out of that day.
After I finished my workout, I grabbed a towel and walked over to one of the rings where Johnnie Flores was fastening Jerry Quarry's head gear. The future heavyweight contender stepped up to the ring for a sparring session. I saw light-heavy Joe "Shotgun" Shelton over to the side, slipping into his cup and pulling it up to his waist. I knew Jerry and Shelton worked together.
As Jerry climbed thru the ropes, I was surprised to see "Indian Red" Lopez move over to the ring and step inside the ropes with him. A moment later the bell rings and both Quarry and Lopez move to the center of the ring, extend their left arms and tap each other's gloves and then begin to move. Jerry is boxing and Ernie is pressing, As Jerry slides to his side, Ernie slides the same direction, cutting off the heavyweights movement, then landing with a good shot to Jerry's body. The punch lands with a thud, but Quarry is uneffected. They end up exchanging some good blows with each other, and at one point I could tell that Jerry must have got stung, because he started to drop bombs. Ernie made several blows miss, but took a couple, as well. They never got crazy, or lost control, but Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez gave Jerry a great workout, one for speed.
Later, on the way home from the gym, my grandfather and I stop for lunch at Felipe's, the legendary French dip place across from Union Station. My Grandmother worked there as a cashier. While we're sitting at one of the long tables, we see Ernie Lopez sit down across the room with his lunch, a French dip sandwich with a glass of lemonade. My Grandfather liked Ernie Lopez, they would talk at the gym. They had both lived on Indian Reservation land growing up, my grandad had boxed.
I remember that afternoon my Grandfather pointed across the room to Ernie, and told me that he thought Ernie Lopez was the toughest fighter in town, tougher than Quarry, Rojas, any of them. That was his opinion.
I'd have to say that my Grandfather was pretty close to right.
-Rick Farris
That was a great Indian Red/Quarry story. The last time I talked to David Love,he said the toughest guy he was ever in the ring with was Indian Red. Love said they would spar quite often.Said that he punched very hard and had a nasty disposition.Remember Love was in there with Bennie Briscoe and Willie Monroe. Love said the greatest fighter he saw was Napoles.
A Rare Smile . . .dagosd2000 wrote:RickRick Farris wrote:"Indian Red" . . .
During the summer of 1966, I'd lose in my first attempt to win a Jr. Golden Gloves championship at the Olympic Auditorium. I'd win two open-class championships in following years, but after winning three bouts to reach my first Jr. Gloves title fight, I'd drop a decision to a kid from San Diego.
The next day, my grandfather drove me to the Main Street Gym. I was 14, and needed to work on something after being outpointed the night before. My trainer, Manny Diaz, met me in the gym at 10 am. and I got some basic instructions on how to deal with a southpaw. I didn't box with anybody, just shadow boxed, skipped some rope, stretched out, and got some schooling from a good teacher. I hadn't slept all night after the loss, my first after six straight wins. I worked out my questions in the gym, I got a lot out of that day.
After I finished my workout, I grabbed a towel and walked over to one of the rings where Johnnie Flores was fastening Jerry Quarry's head gear. The future heavyweight contender stepped up to the ring for a sparring session. I saw light-heavy Joe "Shotgun" Shelton over to the side, slipping into his cup and pulling it up to his waist. I knew Jerry and Shelton worked together.
As Jerry climbed thru the ropes, I was surprised to see "Indian Red" Lopez move over to the ring and step inside the ropes with him. A moment later the bell rings and both Quarry and Lopez move to the center of the ring, extend their left arms and tap each other's gloves and then begin to move. Jerry is boxing and Ernie is pressing, As Jerry slides to his side, Ernie slides the same direction, cutting off the heavyweights movement, then landing with a good shot to Jerry's body. The punch lands with a thud, but Quarry is uneffected. They end up exchanging some good blows with each other, and at one point I could tell that Jerry must have got stung, because he started to drop bombs. Ernie made several blows miss, but took a couple, as well. They never got crazy, or lost control, but Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez gave Jerry a great workout, one for speed.
Later, on the way home from the gym, my grandfather and I stop for lunch at Felipe's, the legendary French dip place across from Union Station. My Grandmother worked there as a cashier. While we're sitting at one of the long tables, we see Ernie Lopez sit down across the room with his lunch, a French dip sandwich with a glass of lemonade. My Grandfather liked Ernie Lopez, they would talk at the gym. They had both lived on Indian Reservation land growing up, my grandad had boxed.
I remember that afternoon my Grandfather pointed across the room to Ernie, and told me that he thought Ernie Lopez was the toughest fighter in town, tougher than Quarry, Rojas, any of them. That was his opinion.
I'd have to say that my Grandfather was pretty close to right.
-Rick Farris
That was a great Indian Red/Quarry story. The last time I talked to David Love,he said the toughest guy he was ever in the ring with was Indian Red. Love said they would spar quite often.Said that he punched very hard and had a nasty disposition.Remember Love was in there with Bennie Briscoe and Willie Monroe. Love said the greatest fighter he saw was Napoles.
"The Main Event" . . .Expug wrote:Rick, I was gonna ask you about the Ryan Oneal -Hedgemon Lewis relationship.
Didnt O'Neal play a fighter in some movie with Barbara Streisand also?
Rick Farris wrote:"The Main Event" . . .Expug wrote:Rick, I was gonna ask you about the Ryan Oneal -Hedgemon Lewis relationship.
Didnt O'Neal play a fighter in some movie with Barbara Streisand also?
I hate to sound like I've worked on every picture made in Hollywood, but I have done over sixty major films, and one of them is, "The Main Event", starring Ryan O'Neal, Barbra Streisand and Don Johnson's ex-wife, Patti DeArbenville. We shot the movie in three months in late 1978-79.
Ryan O'Neal remembered me from boxing and so did Hedgeman Lewis, who had a small background part in the film. It was a fun shoot, except for Streisand, whom O'Neal had dated a couple years previous. Barbra Steisand is one of those "pain-in-the-ass" pro's who are so good and bankable they get away with anything. When we shoot Barbra, she wants the stage cleared of everybody but key crew members. I will credit her for being the only actress I've ever known who truly "knows" her light. You have to light her face very carefully, and very flat (straight on). If you light her too much from the side, that big nose throws a shadow over the other side of her face. We light her soft and flat, plenty of back light rimming her hair, and a special light my uncle called a "snoot" that pumps ambience below that huge nose to erase any shadow.
We shot the movie locally at the Culver Studios, the Main St. Gym, the Olympic Auditorium, a Long Beach exterior location, and a Malibu Beach house.
Ryan, he gets along with the crew, and likes to have fun. He has a younger brother named, Kevin, who told me he was a better fighter than his older brother, and should have fought as a pro bantamweight. I asked him why he didn't? His answer was the he was signed to play in a '1964 Warner Bros. TV series titled, "No Time For Sargents", and he had to stop boxing.
I knew he was full of crap. He may have boxed with his brother at the Teamster's Gym, but he was no pro prospect that I ever heard of.
The last time I talked to Ryan O'Neal was at the 2007 California Boxing HOF banquet, when Frank Baltazar Sr. was inducted. Ryan was sitting at Don Fraser's table along with Gwen Adair, Hedgeman Lewis, and his son Redmond (from Farrah Fawcett).
Hey Frank, ever hear of Ryan O'Neal's brother, Kevin?
-Rick Farris
What was it like working on The A-Team, Rick.? I was never a huge fan (I'm more of a Six Million Dollar Man man) but the concept was effective and I always liked George Peppard.Rick Farris wrote:Another Ryan O'Neal - Hedgeman Lewis fact . . .
Ryan and Hedge have remained friends ever since they hooked-up in the mid 60's. Back in the 70's, Hedge's wife served as governess of Ryan's children, Tatum & Griffin. As a child, Tatum won an Oscar for "Paper Moon", with the boxer's wife serving as her on-set "guardian". Tatum played opposite of her father in the role. Hedgeman Lewis' wife worked for the family for years, until the kids were out of the house.
Hedge would usually have a small background roles in O'Neal's feature films when the actor was at the top of his game. I would also cross paths with Lewis on other productions he'd work as a background actor. I hadn't seen him for years when I talked with him at the '07 CBHOF banquet. Prior to that I saw him back in the mid 80's when we both worked on an episode of "The A-Team".
-Rick Farris
You know, virtually EVERY name adorning those rankings is one you can recognise. How things have changed.scartissue wrote:Rick, earlier you mentioned Jose Luis Castillo. These ratings are from about Oct. of '69 and check out who is at #10 in the lightweights just below El Gato. This guy's record is so incomplete it doesn't do him justice. He didn't fall from the ratings until losing to Al Ford. He also gave Jimmy Robertson a tussle. Amazing how two guys could meet so early in their careers only for both to go on to be world rated.kikibalt wrote:Courtesy of Dan
Frank, thanks for posting the ratings. I know it's difficult to resize, so thanks again.
Scartissue
