All That Terrible Blood: Bobby Chacon, Bazooka Limon, Atonement

[thenonpareil]

It was over for the “Schoolboy.” It had been over for years. Bobby Chacon belonged to another age—bell-bottoms, Jacqueline Susann, wide lapels, Baretta (in which he once had a cameo). Even his car, a ’48 Chevy, made him anachronistic. He looked so much older now. And instead of resembling the graduate of San Fernando High School, he was starting to look like a dropout from Blackboard Jungle. The hard years had already caught up to him. He was thirty-one going on forever.

Yet here he was, adrift in the Reagan Era, the MTV era, the Atari and Super Mario era, virtually an antique between the ropes. In March 1982, his few remaining hopes were smashed, like a bottle of Thunderbird dropped from the balcony at The Olympic. That was when his wife, Valorie, put a .22 rifle to her head, said goodbye to the darkness, and shot herself. It was Val who had encouraged Chacon to become a professional fighter; it was Val who had been begging him to retire since the start of the decade. The welts, the lumps, the bruises, the cuts, the stitches, the bumps—they meant nothing to Bobby, and they meant everything to her.

https://hannibalboxing.com/all-that-ter ... atonement/

[elmersalsa]

Sad story. Bobby Chacon was one of my favorite fighters. His last fight with Bazooka Limon was probably the best fight that I have ever seen alongside Leonard vs Hearns I.

[A#1]

I love that fight. Those fighters. That writer Acevedo.