You'd think with all the poverty and desolation I've been writing about the past few days you'd think that maybe this homeless quarter would be a prime prospect for a boxing gym. The area used to have boxing gyms before it turned to s--t. But I don't think anyone in their right mind would want to open a boxing gym amid this train wreck.
Gato Gonxalez had a gym on Logan Avenue.There was Spud Murphy's gym on Broadway and 11th. Then of course there was The Coliseum open during the afternoons with Burke Emery taking charge of the hopefuls.Those places are long gone.
But seriously, the homeless that dwell on the streets are no more likely to find that poor man's out in boxing when they can get a monthly paycheck from the state ranging from 800 to a thousand dollars a month ,and a debit card, with free medical.They can tell a doctor that they've got some pain or mental depression and get a prescription for something that will keep them loaded all day,and for a kicker there's the neighborhood liquor store on the corner of 16th and Island that has plenty of pints of cheap vodka and rotgut wine on the shelves.If sex becomes an obsession there's plenty of freebies walking around no price asked.
Boxing? That's rich. Get in shape and become a fighter.Go to the gym and train everyday.Run 5 miles every morning .Abstain from drugs and alcohol. Get punched in the head.
I remember when any unsavory character would walk inside one of the the gyms I mentioned above. He'd immediately get a free boxing lesson.and then find himself with a few teeth missing lying prone on the sidewalk outside. I guess you could call that a poor man's out.Out to the street that is.
Gato Gonzalez's old gym on Logan Avenue.