When the sport of boxing began to catch my eye,a lot of my father's generation,including my father, started to walk away from it. This was the mid/late 50',early 60's.Marciano got tired of the way the gym smelled and dealing with his manager Al Weill. Joe Louis was now wrestling to try to settle with IRS. Floyd Patterson and Archie Moore squared off to see who would win the most coveted crown in the sport. Moore looked staler than poor house cake and Patterson, with his guru Cus D'Amato, stayed clear of the top three contenders,Liston,Machen ,and Folley,and decided what was best to keep Patterson's crown from getting knocked off his head was to do battle with the likes of Hurricane Tommy,Roy Cut And Shoot,a Swede the scribes called Ingo Bingo. Well,Johansson yelled "bingo" in The Garden after decking Floyd 7 times in three rounds.So the old timers concluded that since the days of the Brown Bomber and The Rock were only a memory,the heavyweight championship had morphed into something that inspired that B.B. King Song "The Thrill Is Gone."
An ex con with a murderous expression who called himself Sonny, who was chopping down all the men who dared to get into the ring with him like cordwood,had what was left of the fans clamoring for a match with him and Patterson. It was a time if you wanted to watch the heavyweight championship fight,you had to drive downtown to the movie theater and watch a pale image projected on the screen for around five bucks. Well, the Sonny and Floyd show lated less than 2 rounds in 2 fights.The way Sonny beat up Floyd I thought they might send him back to jail for assault and battery.
In the lighter divisions there no apparent saviors. Sugar Ray was over 40 years old and gighting in places like Savannah,Georgia and Tijuana bullrings. Archie Moore was cherry picking his opposition so they stripped him of his title.Benny Paret's death in New York raise a cause for the abolishment of the sport. The Golden Era of boxing in the Southland was 10 years in the future. Across the pond there was little going on.Europe was still trying to rebuild after the war.Arenas around the country stopped having their familiar weekly cards. The televised fights three nights a week sufficed for the time being.Of all the sports that were progressing not only in skill level,but popularity,boxing was headed in the opposite direction. How many times did I hear someone 40 years old say,"Boxing ain't what it used to be."
Well,you've all heard the expression ,"It's always darkest before the dawn".The 1960 Olympic Games were a bust for the good ol' USA. We lost big to our Cold War adversary Russia. They could not only send satellites into orbit,but winning gold medals in the track and field events,something that we always dominated.The U.S athletes. did however have some things to put on the front page of the sports section. There was this kid,a fighter, Cassius Clay from Kentucky that won a gold medal.He was cocky and brash and wouldn't stop talking,but we didn't mind that much because we didn't have a lot to cheer about after what happened in Rome.
Cassius reached out to his idol Ray Robinson for a boxing mentor,but Robinson didn't want to have the spotlight shining down on some young upstart from Louisville while Robby was wiping the sweat off Cassius's face waiting to go out for the next round. The Old Mongoose,Archie Moore,was Cassius's next choice. Moore was still fighting,barely,and took the young man with him to his training facilty in Ramona,California. it was a Spartan existence with a stern Mongoose wanting Cassius to emulate a style that was girded for the more traditional combatant. When Archie told Cassius to wash the dishes and sweep the floor,he told the old sage to put out the "To Let" sign on the door. Angelo Dundee was finally the right match. He let Cassius run around the house like a bratty child.Angelo also let Cassius fight anyway he wanted as long as he kept winning. Before the Doug Jones fight Dundee got bold and told Cassius to keep his hands up.I guess Angie wanted to act a little like he knew what he was talking about. After that fight Angelo just sat back and watched the kid break all his toys.
There was a storm out there that was festering,gaining speed,ready to evolve into a perfect cataclysm.It would be worldwide,but the seeds were planted in America.You can say the Beatles helped ,but with JFK getting killed,civil rights demonstrations,a war in a place called Vietnam and the draft being reinstituted,drugs of any make and model,the baby boomers flipping off mom and dad,females wanting free love as much as the males---well everything went BOOM!
Cassius Clay was going to be fed to that hungry bear Sonny.it wasn't 42 to 1,but it was the biggest upset in heavyweight championship history at the time. Then Cassius trades in his name and Christianity to devote himself to the Nation Of Islam and now wants to be called Muhammad Ali. That was more of a security risk than that ex con bear/man who called himself Sonny. The rematch made the old guard draw the line in the sand. The Vietnam War,the drugs,the blacks,the snotty kids who burned their draft cards,the loose women who burned their bras;it was America Love It Or leave Was there any white guy out there that can shut up this black pagan?If we can't get a white guy,we'll settle for another Joe Louis.
Now every time Muhammad Ali fought it was a worldwide spectacle. The old timers wanted his head on a platter.The baby boomers just kept putting up the middle finger. Boxing was breathing again,hard and fast.

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