Like the raw and lawless frontier territories of Oklahoma or the Far West in the nineteenth century, boxing has often functioned as an open city, of sorts, for those with checkered pasts looking to start over. As a sanctuary for sinners and scoundrels (in various stages of reform or relapse, naturally) boxing asks few questions of its doubtful outsiders hoping to get in. But Roberto Medina, a hard-charging lightweight fighting out of St. Petersburg, Florida, in the mid-1980s, could never escape himself. No, not even the transformative world of boxing—where self-actualization and reinvention are more than just catchpenny terms—could keep his past at bay. When his career as a journeyman hit its peak—a nationally-televised loss to Olympic gold medalist Meldrick Taylor—it also left him at rock bottom. Again. That was when a small squad of detectives handcuffed him in his dressing room after the fight and the newswires revealed the truth about Medina: his real name was John E. Garcia and he was an escaped convict from Denver, Colorado, with a prolix rap sheet (charges ranging from B&E to battery to criminal conspiracy to forgery) to go along with a cracking left hook.
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