And Docusen also has a victoryover Davis.kikibalt wrote:Yes, But, Davis was a real good fighter, Bernard was a top ten fighter for a number of years. Had a unique style, imagine a guy on a pogo stick jumping inside the ring and hitting you, that was Bernard Docusen.Rick Farris wrote:Frank . . I've heard a lot of great things about Bernard Ducosen. What are your thoughts?kikibalt wrote:I seen Bernard Docusen fight John L. Davis live at the Olympic in 1951.
Seems he had a rough time with Davis.
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Yes, and he did it in Davis's home town of Oakland, Ca.Rick Farris wrote:Yes, But, Davis was a real good fighter, Bernard was a top ten fighter for a number of years. Had a unique style, imagine a guy on a pogo stick jumping inside the ring and hitting you, that was Bernard Docusen.kikibalt wrote:Frank . . I've heard a lot of great things about Bernard Ducosen. What are your thoughts?kikibalt wrote:I seen Bernard Docusen fight John L. Davis live at the Olympic in 1951.
Seems he had a rough time with Davis.
-Rick Farris
And Docusen also has a victoryover Davis.
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Its raining, so I'm staying in bed with my dogs... 
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October 13, 2009
World in motion: the remarkable story of Ernie 'Indian Red' Lopez
Lopez, a former welterweight, fought twice for the world title and lost both times
Owen Slot, Chief Sports Reporter
One of the most extraordinary stories I have ever had the privilege to cover came to an end at the weekend when Ernie Lopez was laid to rest in Pleasant Grove, Utah.
He was 64, a former welterweight who fought twice for the world title and lost both times. And his life was an epic which people in Hollywood have looked at bringing to the big screen, except that there is a challenge there that no one can overcome: Lopez - or “Indian Red” as he was known throughout his fighting life - lost 11 years of his life to dementia. He apparently vanished off the face of the planet; his family thought he was gone for good. Even when he was found again, he could not account for where he had been. And he didn’t think it was 11 years anyway; he insisted it was just three.
As a journalist, it has been hard not to fall in love with the story of Indian Red. Back in January 2007, when covering a Ricky Hatton fight in Las Vegas, on a quiet day, I set off with photographer Marc Aspland to find Indian Red. We flew to Salt Lake City and then drove south to this unremarkable town called Pleasant Grove, at the foot of the Wasatch mountain range. We did not have a clue what to expect, but it was a truly remarkable day and Marc and I occasionally recall it and when we do so, it is with phenomenal fondness - because it was so offbeat, so weird yet magical and because we found a splendid old warrior and we loved the way his family loved him and we felt privileged that they allowed us briefly to share in that.
No apologies here, then, if this sounds emotional. Yet his life was not Hollywood schmaltz, it raises familiar old questions which are uncomfortable and to which there are no definable answers.
First of all: he died of dementia and we will never know to what extent all those blows in the ring were responsible. We cannot know, we can only suspect.
Secondly, he came from a background that was poor and tough. He was called Indian Red because he came from the Ute Indian reservation in Fort Duchesne, Utah, one of eight who were born to a mother he and his siblings adored and a father who would beat her up after he had drunk away his earnings. They struggled for food and clothing and for a while it was so bad they were taken away and scattered in foster homes around the state. So, in retrospect, who would deny Lopez his boxing life, the life which took him away from the reservation and around the world and gave him pride and - for a while at least - wealth? Like many fighters, boxing seemed to define Lopez. It may have been boxing that killed Lopez, but it was also the making of him.
And thirdly, what is an athlete to do when the prime of their athletic life is past? Or when they cannot quite reach their goals? And indeed that can be applied to any walk of life, but for Lopez, his downfall was that he happened to be at his prime at the same time as Jose Napoles, a wonderfully skilled Mexican who ruled the welterweights for six years. He went 15 rounds with Napoles in 1970 and the defeat, according to his former wife, Marcia, knocked the life out of him. The confidence and spirit drained.
He got a second shot at Napoles’s title three years later though by that time his marriage was over. That second time he only lasted to the seventh round. From our trip to Pleasant Grove, I will never forget his son, Lance, recollecting that second Napoles bout. He was just a boy and his mother took him out in the morning to buy a newspaper to find out the result; what Lance saw in the paper was a photograph of his father lying flat on the canvas with Napoles’ hand under his head. He was convinced his father was dead.
In Pleasant Grove, Lopez’s sister, Naomi, gave her own recollection of that fight: “He had his self-esteem knocked clean from him that day. And he never got it back.”
It was at Naomi’s house that we met. We talked through the vast stretch of their lives, from the Indian reservation, through Ernie's boxing until the present day and there was an entire chapter devoted to the bitterly hard life of their mother. Throughout all this, Ernie would remain almost entirely silent. He still had his wits about him but was too slow to use them. He tended just to smile and nod in recognition.
When we turned the pages of the scrapbook that Lance had kept of his career, his eyes lit up with pride. Lance had also been showing him videotape of his fights and when we asked what he thought of himself as a fighter, he replied softly, but humorously: “I should have ducked more.”
Nothing, though, could be done to recall that lost decade. After the second Napoles fight, there was only one direction for his career to go; he would have three more bouts and three more defeats. He then started taking work on building sites, but he would move around, never stopping anywhere for long.
In early 1993, he had been living with his daughter Cindy for a while; he explained that it was time for him to move on again and asked to be dropped at the bus station. And that was it; communication dead, no phone calls, no Christmas cards, nothing.
Eleven years later, an LA detective discovered that his social security number had been registered at a Presbyterian Night Shelter in Forth Worth, Texas. So Marcia rang the shelter. “Is that Marcia, my ex-wife?” a familiar voice asked. “Ernie,” she replied, “where have you been?”
And thus was Lopez reunited with his family for the last five years of his life when, amongst many other surprises, he discovered he had 22 grandchildren and one great-grandchild.
When we met Lopez, on that memorable trip to Pleasant Grove, we were touched by the depth of affection in which he was held. I even spoke on the phone to Marcia, who was long since remarried, but who also was clearly moved when her children were reunited with their father. Everyone spoke of his charisma – and even in his silence, you got an impression of the kind of man he once had been.
An awesome man, indeed. But I felt for Naomi. For much of those last years, she ensured that he had a loving home, but she and her husband also had to keep a pretty much permanent watch on him; if he wandered off again, there was no way that he would find his way back.
And now he is finally departed, I find myself recalling that day we met him. We asked and asked about those lost 11 years and he recalled how he marvelled at snow drifts in Maine, how he lost his car when its wheels got stuck in deep mud – he could not remember where – and how he was robbed sleeping rough in Las Vegas. And that was it.
I personally recall his proud, weathered face and strong, square chin – they seemed to be a history lesson in themselves – and how he quite liked being asked to pose for pictures again. He loved being a boxer and in some ways he had hated it. May he rest in peace.
World in motion: the remarkable story of Ernie 'Indian Red' Lopez
Lopez, a former welterweight, fought twice for the world title and lost both times
Owen Slot, Chief Sports Reporter
One of the most extraordinary stories I have ever had the privilege to cover came to an end at the weekend when Ernie Lopez was laid to rest in Pleasant Grove, Utah.
He was 64, a former welterweight who fought twice for the world title and lost both times. And his life was an epic which people in Hollywood have looked at bringing to the big screen, except that there is a challenge there that no one can overcome: Lopez - or “Indian Red” as he was known throughout his fighting life - lost 11 years of his life to dementia. He apparently vanished off the face of the planet; his family thought he was gone for good. Even when he was found again, he could not account for where he had been. And he didn’t think it was 11 years anyway; he insisted it was just three.
As a journalist, it has been hard not to fall in love with the story of Indian Red. Back in January 2007, when covering a Ricky Hatton fight in Las Vegas, on a quiet day, I set off with photographer Marc Aspland to find Indian Red. We flew to Salt Lake City and then drove south to this unremarkable town called Pleasant Grove, at the foot of the Wasatch mountain range. We did not have a clue what to expect, but it was a truly remarkable day and Marc and I occasionally recall it and when we do so, it is with phenomenal fondness - because it was so offbeat, so weird yet magical and because we found a splendid old warrior and we loved the way his family loved him and we felt privileged that they allowed us briefly to share in that.
No apologies here, then, if this sounds emotional. Yet his life was not Hollywood schmaltz, it raises familiar old questions which are uncomfortable and to which there are no definable answers.
First of all: he died of dementia and we will never know to what extent all those blows in the ring were responsible. We cannot know, we can only suspect.
Secondly, he came from a background that was poor and tough. He was called Indian Red because he came from the Ute Indian reservation in Fort Duchesne, Utah, one of eight who were born to a mother he and his siblings adored and a father who would beat her up after he had drunk away his earnings. They struggled for food and clothing and for a while it was so bad they were taken away and scattered in foster homes around the state. So, in retrospect, who would deny Lopez his boxing life, the life which took him away from the reservation and around the world and gave him pride and - for a while at least - wealth? Like many fighters, boxing seemed to define Lopez. It may have been boxing that killed Lopez, but it was also the making of him.
And thirdly, what is an athlete to do when the prime of their athletic life is past? Or when they cannot quite reach their goals? And indeed that can be applied to any walk of life, but for Lopez, his downfall was that he happened to be at his prime at the same time as Jose Napoles, a wonderfully skilled Mexican who ruled the welterweights for six years. He went 15 rounds with Napoles in 1970 and the defeat, according to his former wife, Marcia, knocked the life out of him. The confidence and spirit drained.
He got a second shot at Napoles’s title three years later though by that time his marriage was over. That second time he only lasted to the seventh round. From our trip to Pleasant Grove, I will never forget his son, Lance, recollecting that second Napoles bout. He was just a boy and his mother took him out in the morning to buy a newspaper to find out the result; what Lance saw in the paper was a photograph of his father lying flat on the canvas with Napoles’ hand under his head. He was convinced his father was dead.
In Pleasant Grove, Lopez’s sister, Naomi, gave her own recollection of that fight: “He had his self-esteem knocked clean from him that day. And he never got it back.”
It was at Naomi’s house that we met. We talked through the vast stretch of their lives, from the Indian reservation, through Ernie's boxing until the present day and there was an entire chapter devoted to the bitterly hard life of their mother. Throughout all this, Ernie would remain almost entirely silent. He still had his wits about him but was too slow to use them. He tended just to smile and nod in recognition.
When we turned the pages of the scrapbook that Lance had kept of his career, his eyes lit up with pride. Lance had also been showing him videotape of his fights and when we asked what he thought of himself as a fighter, he replied softly, but humorously: “I should have ducked more.”
Nothing, though, could be done to recall that lost decade. After the second Napoles fight, there was only one direction for his career to go; he would have three more bouts and three more defeats. He then started taking work on building sites, but he would move around, never stopping anywhere for long.
In early 1993, he had been living with his daughter Cindy for a while; he explained that it was time for him to move on again and asked to be dropped at the bus station. And that was it; communication dead, no phone calls, no Christmas cards, nothing.
Eleven years later, an LA detective discovered that his social security number had been registered at a Presbyterian Night Shelter in Forth Worth, Texas. So Marcia rang the shelter. “Is that Marcia, my ex-wife?” a familiar voice asked. “Ernie,” she replied, “where have you been?”
And thus was Lopez reunited with his family for the last five years of his life when, amongst many other surprises, he discovered he had 22 grandchildren and one great-grandchild.
When we met Lopez, on that memorable trip to Pleasant Grove, we were touched by the depth of affection in which he was held. I even spoke on the phone to Marcia, who was long since remarried, but who also was clearly moved when her children were reunited with their father. Everyone spoke of his charisma – and even in his silence, you got an impression of the kind of man he once had been.
An awesome man, indeed. But I felt for Naomi. For much of those last years, she ensured that he had a loving home, but she and her husband also had to keep a pretty much permanent watch on him; if he wandered off again, there was no way that he would find his way back.
And now he is finally departed, I find myself recalling that day we met him. We asked and asked about those lost 11 years and he recalled how he marvelled at snow drifts in Maine, how he lost his car when its wheels got stuck in deep mud – he could not remember where – and how he was robbed sleeping rough in Las Vegas. And that was it.
I personally recall his proud, weathered face and strong, square chin – they seemed to be a history lesson in themselves – and how he quite liked being asked to pose for pictures again. He loved being a boxer and in some ways he had hated it. May he rest in peace.
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I almost hate posting something funny right after Frank's wonderful post on Indian Red Lopez . . . but something has to follow it. So here goes . . .
The Darwin Awards
Yes, it’s that magical time of year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us.
Here is the glorious winner:
1. When his .38 caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in Long Beach, California would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.
And now, the honorable mentions:
2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting machine and after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef’s claim was approved.
3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.
4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn’t discovered for 3 days.
5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.
6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer… $15 [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]
7. Seems an Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty badly. He decided that he’d just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape.
8. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, “Yes, officer, that’s her. That’s the lady I stole the purse from.”
9. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti , Michigan at 5 A.M., flashed a gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn’t open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren’t available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away. [*A 5-STAR STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER]
10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained for. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline, but he plugged his siphon hose into the motor home’s sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges saying that it was the best laugh he’d ever had.
The Darwin Awards
Yes, it’s that magical time of year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us.
Here is the glorious winner:
1. When his .38 caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in Long Beach, California would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked.
And now, the honorable mentions:
2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat cutting machine and after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef’s claim was approved.
3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woman had taken the space. Understandably, he shot her.
4. After stopping for drinks at an illegal bar, a Zimbabwean bus driver found that the 20 mental patients he was supposed to be transporting from Harare to Bulawayo had escaped. Not wanting to admit his incompetence, the driver went to a nearby bus stop and offered everyone waiting there a free ride. He then delivered the passengers to the mental hospital, telling the staff that the patients were very excitable and prone to bizarre fantasies. The deception wasn’t discovered for 3 days.
5. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.
6. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, the man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer… $15 [If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?]
7. Seems an Arkansas guy wanted some beer pretty badly. He decided that he’d just throw a cinder block through a liquor store window, grab some booze, and run. So he lifted the cinder block and heaved it over his head at the window. The cinder block bounced back and hit the would-be thief on the head, knocking him unconscious. The liquor store window was made of Plexiglas. The whole event was caught on videotape.
8. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, “Yes, officer, that’s her. That’s the lady I stole the purse from.”
9. The Ann Arbor News crime column reported that a man walked into a Burger King in Ypsilanti , Michigan at 5 A.M., flashed a gun, and demanded cash. The clerk turned him down because he said he couldn’t open the cash register without a food order. When the man ordered onion rings, the clerk said they weren’t available for breakfast. The man, frustrated, walked away. [*A 5-STAR STUPIDITY AWARD WINNER]
10. When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained for. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline, but he plugged his siphon hose into the motor home’s sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges saying that it was the best laugh he’d ever had.
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Alphonse Halimi & Joe Rizzo, Halimi's American Representative
November 5, 1957
Alphonse Halimi
November ,6 1957
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Raul Macias
Anaheim, California
1957
Raul Macias & Manager Pancho Rosales
November 7, 1957
Los Angeles, California
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Al Martino's character in "The Godfather" is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor. Though he died in Pennsylvania, Martino had been a longtime Beverly Hills resident. (Associated Press)
October 14, 2009
Al Martino
Singer had role in 'The Godfather'
Al Martino, the singer who played the role of Johnny Fontane in "The Godfather," died Tuesday at his childhood home in suburban Philadelphia. He was 82.
Martino died in Springfield, Pa., publicist Sandy Friedman of Rogers & Cowan announced. A cause of death was not given.
Starting in 1952, Martino was known for hit songs including "Here in My Heart," "Spanish Eyes," "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Volare."
Besides acting in the Marlon Brando classic "The Godfather," he sang the 1972 film's title score, "The Love Theme From the Godfather." His Fontane character is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor.
Martino was born Oct. 7, 1927, in South Philadelphia as Alfred Cini (SEE'-nee). He was a longtime resident of Beverly Hills.
October 14, 2009
Al Martino
Singer had role in 'The Godfather'
Al Martino, the singer who played the role of Johnny Fontane in "The Godfather," died Tuesday at his childhood home in suburban Philadelphia. He was 82.
Martino died in Springfield, Pa., publicist Sandy Friedman of Rogers & Cowan announced. A cause of death was not given.
Starting in 1952, Martino was known for hit songs including "Here in My Heart," "Spanish Eyes," "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Volare."
Besides acting in the Marlon Brando classic "The Godfather," he sang the 1972 film's title score, "The Love Theme From the Godfather." His Fontane character is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor.
Martino was born Oct. 7, 1927, in South Philadelphia as Alfred Cini (SEE'-nee). He was a longtime resident of Beverly Hills.
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Hi Guys,Rick Farris wrote:Bernard Docusen . . .kikibalt wrote:Rick, Pat Docusen wrote a book on her dad last year, I bought a copy last year when they were here for Bernard's induction into CBHOF, great book with lots of photos.
I'd like to buy one. If he is inducted next year, she may wish to market her book at the memorabelia show.
Armando and I are both on track to make this happen, Docusen's induction.
I was very impressed with his early career, when he was fighting six & eight rounders.
In his third pro fight, he whips unbeaten Jackie Graves (who was 17-0). A few fights later, he whips Lulu Costantino in an eight-rounder.
Considering his young age, his early 6 & 8 round bouts were a perfect lead in to his ten rounders, which began while still a teenager.
Bernard Docusen was only 17 when he fought his first ten round main event.
Bernard Docusen was a guy who was not afraid to get on the road and fight from coast-to-coast. He fought the best in their hometowns, as well as his own.
He challenged Sugar Ray Robinson for the welter title and put up a great fight.
-Rick Farris
I haven't been around lately, just been real busy but I check in to stay up with you from time to time. I bought one of the books and the two DVDs they have from Patricia, Bernard's daughter last year before he passed and she had him sign the book for my dad who was a big fan of Bernards. Both my dad and I enjoyed the book and DVDs, Docusen was the real deal.
Bruce
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Bobbin & Weavin wrote:Hi Guys,Rick Farris wrote:Bernard Docusen . . .kikibalt wrote:Rick, Pat Docusen wrote a book on her dad last year, I bought a copy last year when they were here for Bernard's induction into CBHOF, great book with lots of photos.
I'd like to buy one. If he is inducted next year, she may wish to market her book at the memorabelia show.
Armando and I are both on track to make this happen, Docusen's induction.
I was very impressed with his early career, when he was fighting six & eight rounders.
In his third pro fight, he whips unbeaten Jackie Graves (who was 17-0). A few fights later, he whips Lulu Costantino in an eight-rounder.
Considering his young age, his early 6 & 8 round bouts were a perfect lead in to his ten rounders, which began while still a teenager.
Bernard Docusen was only 17 when he fought his first ten round main event.
Bernard Docusen was a guy who was not afraid to get on the road and fight from coast-to-coast. He fought the best in their hometowns, as well as his own.
He challenged Sugar Ray Robinson for the welter title and put up a great fight.
-Rick Farris
I haven't been around lately, just been real busy but I check in to stay up with you from time to time. I bought one of the books and the two DVDs they have from Patricia, Bernard's daughter last year before he passed and she had him sign the book for my dad who was a big fan of Bernards. Both my dad and I enjoyed the book and DVDs, Docusen was the real deal.
Bruce
I bought one last year also with her dad's signature.
Here's Pat Docusen's email and phone .I'm sure she can get anyone the book.
[email protected] 303 693 3805
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Bernard and Ernestine Docusen
2008, CBHOF
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Pat Docusen and your's truly
2008, CBHOF
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I've posted the above photos before, just thought I would post'em again....
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kikibalt wrote:Al Martino's character in "The Godfather" is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor. Though he died in Pennsylvania, Martino had been a longtime Beverly Hills resident. (Associated Press)
October 14, 2009
Al Martino
Singer had role in 'The Godfather'
Al Martino, the singer who played the role of Johnny Fontane in "The Godfather," died Tuesday at his childhood home in suburban Philadelphia. He was 82.
Martino died in Springfield, Pa., publicist Sandy Friedman of Rogers & Cowan announced. A cause of death was not given.
Starting in 1952, Martino was known for hit songs including "Here in My Heart," "Spanish Eyes," "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Volare."
Besides acting in the Marlon Brando classic "The Godfather," he sang the 1972 film's title score, "The Love Theme From the Godfather." His Fontane character is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor.
Martino was born Oct. 7, 1927, in South Philadelphia as Alfred Cini (SEE'-nee). He was a longtime resident of Beverly Hills.
CAPICHE?
"Do you get it? Capiche?",my Uncle Joe turned to my father.
"Naw,it didn't happen that way. That movie is horrible,"responded my father.
We were all sitting in the living room. My sisters rented The Godfather. The movie had been out quite a while,but my father never seemed interested to watch it. Finally,one night we talked him into it.My mother stayed in the bedroom.
"But Joe,"said my uncle with a big smile,"how about when Marlon Brando makes him an offer he can't refuse?"
My uncle was beside himself. He grew up in the neighborhood in the Southwest Side of Chicago ,but was never in the Outfit. He saw those guys,but they never cut him in on anything. My father? Well,his dad Diamond Joe assured my father that one day he would be welcome. He knew them all.
"Look."said my father to my uncle,"if you believe that crap go ahead. You're about that stupid to fall for it."
My father never cared much for my Uncle Joe(my mother's brother).I don't think my Uncle Joe liked my father much either. My father thought that his brother in law was a low life always going to Tijuana on the bus playing the dogs at Caliente and eating those hot dogs off the cart and getting in at 4 in the morning. You see,my uncle was living with us at the time.
My uncle thought he told the funniest stories . He liked to talk about when he was in the Army in WWII. I don't think he saw any action or he would have talked about it,but he did say that General Patton gave him a pat on the shoulder while my uncle was on guard duty in France.
My dad was a Marine in two of the biggest battles of the Pacific and in the thick of it everyday. My father thought my uncle was a blowhard.
"But Giuseppe ,"urged my uncle,"The Godfather won all the awards."
"I don't give a damn. What do they know?"
Well, that night was a dud. My father wasn't impressed and it put another nail into my uncle's coffin as far as my dad liking him.
"Joe,"said my uncle laughing away,"The Godfather won Brando an Oscar."
"Look,"said my father with a straight face,"You and Brando can go f--k yourselves. Capiche?
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Frankkikibalt wrote:
Pat Docusen and your's truly
2008, CBHOF
Those photos were precious. A daughter who thought her dad was the greatest .She wasn't wrong.
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Roger, most daughters are like that, they think their dad's are the greatest, I know my daughter Linda thinks that way, if she only knew....dagosd2000 wrote:Frankkikibalt wrote:
Pat Docusen and your's truly
2008, CBHOF
Those photos were precious. A daughter who thought her dad was the greatest .She wasn't wrong.
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Rick Farris
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
dagosd2000 wrote:kikibalt wrote:Al Martino's character in "The Godfather" is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor. Though he died in Pennsylvania, Martino had been a longtime Beverly Hills resident. (Associated Press)
October 14, 2009
Al Martino
Singer had role in 'The Godfather'
Al Martino, the singer who played the role of Johnny Fontane in "The Godfather," died Tuesday at his childhood home in suburban Philadelphia. He was 82.
Martino died in Springfield, Pa., publicist Sandy Friedman of Rogers & Cowan announced. A cause of death was not given.
Starting in 1952, Martino was known for hit songs including "Here in My Heart," "Spanish Eyes," "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Volare."
Besides acting in the Marlon Brando classic "The Godfather," he sang the 1972 film's title score, "The Love Theme From the Godfather." His Fontane character is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor.
Martino was born Oct. 7, 1927, in South Philadelphia as Alfred Cini (SEE'-nee). He was a longtime resident of Beverly Hills.
CAPICHE?
"Do you get it? Capiche?",my Uncle Joe turned to my father.
"Naw,it didn't happen that way. That movie is horrible,"responded my father.
We were all sitting in the living room. My sisters rented The Godfather. The movie had been out quite a while,but my father never seemed interested to watch it. Finally,one night we talked him into it.My mother stayed in the bedroom.
"But Joe,"said my uncle with a big smile,"how about when Marlon Brando makes him an offer he can't refuse?"
My uncle was beside himself. He grew up in the neighborhood in the Southwest Side of Chicago ,but was never in the Outfit. He saw those guys,but they never cut him in on anything. My father? Well,his dad Diamond Joe assured my father that one day he would be welcome. He knew them all.
"Look."said my father to my uncle,"if you believe that crap go ahead. You're about that stupid to fall for it."
My father never cared much for my Uncle Joe(my mother's brother).I don't think my Uncle Joe liked my father much either. My father thought that his brother in law was a low life always going to Tijuana on the bus playing the dogs at Caliente and eating those hot dogs off the cart and getting in at 4 in the morning. You see,my uncle was living with us at the time.
My uncle thought he told the funniest stories . He liked to talk about when he was in the Army in WWII. I don't think he saw any action or he would have talked about it,but he did say that General Patton gave him a pat on the shoulder while my uncle was on guard duty in France.
My dad was a Marine in two of the biggest battles of the Pacific and in the thick of it everyday. My father thought my uncle was a blowhard.
"But Giuseppe ,"urged my uncle,"The Godfather won all the awards."
"I don't give a damn. What do they know?"
Well, that night was a dud. My father wasn't impressed and it put another nail into my uncle's coffin as far as my dad liking him.
"Joe,"said my uncle laughing away,"The Godfather won Brando an Oscar."
"Look,"said my father with a straight face,"You and Brando can go f--k yourselves. Capiche?
Some guys believe that Rocky Balboa actually depicted heavyweight boxing. Dumb bastids.
Stallone won an Oscar, too.
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dagosd2000
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dagosd2000
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
RickRick Farris wrote:dagosd2000 wrote:kikibalt wrote:Al Martino's character in "The Godfather" is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor. Though he died in Pennsylvania, Martino had been a longtime Beverly Hills resident. (Associated Press)
October 14, 2009
Al Martino
Singer had role in 'The Godfather'
Al Martino, the singer who played the role of Johnny Fontane in "The Godfather," died Tuesday at his childhood home in suburban Philadelphia. He was 82.
Martino died in Springfield, Pa., publicist Sandy Friedman of Rogers & Cowan announced. A cause of death was not given.
Starting in 1952, Martino was known for hit songs including "Here in My Heart," "Spanish Eyes," "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Volare."
Besides acting in the Marlon Brando classic "The Godfather," he sang the 1972 film's title score, "The Love Theme From the Godfather." His Fontane character is a Frank Sinatra-type singer and occasional actor.
Martino was born Oct. 7, 1927, in South Philadelphia as Alfred Cini (SEE'-nee). He was a longtime resident of Beverly Hills.
CAPICHE?
"Do you get it? Capiche?",my Uncle Joe turned to my father.
"Naw,it didn't happen that way. That movie is horrible,"responded my father.
We were all sitting in the living room. My sisters rented The Godfather. The movie had been out quite a while,but my father never seemed interested to watch it. Finally,one night we talked him into it.My mother stayed in the bedroom.
"But Joe,"said my uncle with a big smile,"how about when Marlon Brando makes him an offer he can't refuse?"
My uncle was beside himself. He grew up in the neighborhood in the Southwest Side of Chicago ,but was never in the Outfit. He saw those guys,but they never cut him in on anything. My father? Well,his dad Diamond Joe assured my father that one day he would be welcome. He knew them all.
"Look."said my father to my uncle,"if you believe that crap go ahead. You're about that stupid to fall for it."
My father never cared much for my Uncle Joe(my mother's brother).I don't think my Uncle Joe liked my father much either. My father thought that his brother in law was a low life always going to Tijuana on the bus playing the dogs at Caliente and eating those hot dogs off the cart and getting in at 4 in the morning. You see,my uncle was living with us at the time.
My uncle thought he told the funniest stories . He liked to talk about when he was in the Army in WWII. I don't think he saw any action or he would have talked about it,but he did say that General Patton gave him a pat on the shoulder while my uncle was on guard duty in France.
My dad was a Marine in two of the biggest battles of the Pacific and in the thick of it everyday. My father thought my uncle was a blowhard.
"But Giuseppe ,"urged my uncle,"The Godfather won all the awards."
"I don't give a damn. What do they know?"
Well, that night was a dud. My father wasn't impressed and it put another nail into my uncle's coffin as far as my dad liking him.
"Joe,"said my uncle laughing away,"The Godfather won Brando an Oscar."
"Look,"said my father with a straight face,"You and Brando can go f--k yourselves. Capiche?
Some guys believe that Rocky Balboa actually depicted heavyweight boxing. Dumb bastids.
Stallone won an Oscar, too.
A while back my son was partners in an eatery in Beverly Hills. Stallone would come around back and was always talking to one of the waitresses.My son told him not to bother her while she was on the clock. Stallone said something and my son made a move at him.Rocky Balboa ran down the alley with his tail between his legs.
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Rick Farris
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
CAPICHE?
"Do you get it? Capiche?",my Uncle Joe turned to my father.
"Naw,it didn't happen that way. That movie is horrible,"responded my father.
We were all sitting in the living room. My sisters rented The Godfather. The movie had been out quite a while,but my father never seemed interested to watch it. Finally,one night we talked him into it.My mother stayed in the bedroom.
"But Joe,"said my uncle with a big smile,"how about when Marlon Brando makes him an offer he can't refuse?"
My uncle was beside himself. He grew up in the neighborhood in the Southwest Side of Chicago ,but was never in the Outfit. He saw those guys,but they never cut him in on anything. My father? Well,his dad Diamond Joe assured my father that one day he would be welcome. He knew them all.
"Look."said my father to my uncle,"if you believe that crap go ahead. You're about that stupid to fall for it."
My father never cared much for my Uncle Joe(my mother's brother).I don't think my Uncle Joe liked my father much either. My father thought that his brother in law was a low life always going to Tijuana on the bus playing the dogs at Caliente and eating those hot dogs off the cart and getting in at 4 in the morning. You see,my uncle was living with us at the time.
My uncle thought he told the funniest stories . He liked to talk about when he was in the Army in WWII. I don't think he saw any action or he would have talked about it,but he did say that General Patton gave him a pat on the shoulder while my uncle was on guard duty in France.
My dad was a Marine in two of the biggest battles of the Pacific and in the thick of it everyday. My father thought my uncle was a blowhard.
"But Giuseppe ,"urged my uncle,"The Godfather won all the awards."
"I don't give a damn. What do they know?"
Well, that night was a dud. My father wasn't impressed and it put another nail into my uncle's coffin as far as my dad liking him.
"Joe,"said my uncle laughing away,"The Godfather won Brando an Oscar."
"Look,"said my father with a straight face,"You and Brando can go f--k yourselves. Capiche?[/quote]
Some guys believe that Rocky Balboa actually depicted heavyweight boxing. Dumb bastids.
Stallone won an Oscar, too.[/quote]
Rick
A while back my son was partners in an eatery in Beverly Hills. Stallone would come around back and was always talking to one of the waitresses.My son told him not to bother her while she was on the clock. Stallone said something and my son made a move at him.Rocky Balboa ran down the alley with his tail between his legs. :lol
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He's a jerk. A 24 Karat pain-in-the-ass, weak egod prick. That's the general opinion of Sly by those who have worked with the A-hole.
"Do you get it? Capiche?",my Uncle Joe turned to my father.
"Naw,it didn't happen that way. That movie is horrible,"responded my father.
We were all sitting in the living room. My sisters rented The Godfather. The movie had been out quite a while,but my father never seemed interested to watch it. Finally,one night we talked him into it.My mother stayed in the bedroom.
"But Joe,"said my uncle with a big smile,"how about when Marlon Brando makes him an offer he can't refuse?"
My uncle was beside himself. He grew up in the neighborhood in the Southwest Side of Chicago ,but was never in the Outfit. He saw those guys,but they never cut him in on anything. My father? Well,his dad Diamond Joe assured my father that one day he would be welcome. He knew them all.
"Look."said my father to my uncle,"if you believe that crap go ahead. You're about that stupid to fall for it."
My father never cared much for my Uncle Joe(my mother's brother).I don't think my Uncle Joe liked my father much either. My father thought that his brother in law was a low life always going to Tijuana on the bus playing the dogs at Caliente and eating those hot dogs off the cart and getting in at 4 in the morning. You see,my uncle was living with us at the time.
My uncle thought he told the funniest stories . He liked to talk about when he was in the Army in WWII. I don't think he saw any action or he would have talked about it,but he did say that General Patton gave him a pat on the shoulder while my uncle was on guard duty in France.
My dad was a Marine in two of the biggest battles of the Pacific and in the thick of it everyday. My father thought my uncle was a blowhard.
"But Giuseppe ,"urged my uncle,"The Godfather won all the awards."
"I don't give a damn. What do they know?"
Well, that night was a dud. My father wasn't impressed and it put another nail into my uncle's coffin as far as my dad liking him.
"Joe,"said my uncle laughing away,"The Godfather won Brando an Oscar."
"Look,"said my father with a straight face,"You and Brando can go f--k yourselves. Capiche?[/quote]
Some guys believe that Rocky Balboa actually depicted heavyweight boxing. Dumb bastids.
Stallone won an Oscar, too.[/quote]
Rick
A while back my son was partners in an eatery in Beverly Hills. Stallone would come around back and was always talking to one of the waitresses.My son told him not to bother her while she was on the clock. Stallone said something and my son made a move at him.Rocky Balboa ran down the alley with his tail between his legs. :lol
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He's a jerk. A 24 Karat pain-in-the-ass, weak egod prick. That's the general opinion of Sly by those who have worked with the A-hole.
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIJzpdJIdmI
Angelina Zooma Zooma
Louie Prima (a belated Columbus Day Tribute)
Angelina Zooma Zooma
Louie Prima (a belated Columbus Day Tribute)
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Rick Farris
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Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Bobbin & Weavin wrote:Hi Guys,Rick Farris wrote:Bernard Docusen . . .kikibalt wrote:Rick, Pat Docusen wrote a book on her dad last year, I bought a copy last year when they were here for Bernard's induction into CBHOF, great book with lots of photos.
I'd like to buy one. If he is inducted next year, she may wish to market her book at the memorabelia show.
Armando and I are both on track to make this happen, Docusen's induction.
I was very impressed with his early career, when he was fighting six & eight rounders.
In his third pro fight, he whips unbeaten Jackie Graves (who was 17-0). A few fights later, he whips Lulu Costantino in an eight-rounder.
Considering his young age, his early 6 & 8 round bouts were a perfect lead in to his ten rounders, which began while still a teenager.
Bernard Docusen was only 17 when he fought his first ten round main event.
Bernard Docusen was a guy who was not afraid to get on the road and fight from coast-to-coast. He fought the best in their hometowns, as well as his own.
He challenged Sugar Ray Robinson for the welter title and put up a great fight.
-Rick Farris
I haven't been around lately, just been real busy but I check in to stay up with you from time to time. I bought one of the books and the two DVDs they have from Patricia, Bernard's daughter last year before he passed and she had him sign the book for my dad who was a big fan of Bernards. Both my dad and I enjoyed the book and DVDs, Docusen was the real deal.
Bruce
Good to hear from you, Bruce.