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Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 14:17
by scartissue
Expug wrote:
bennie wrote:I seem to recall Collins went into the Sims fight with a real black eye. It didn't bode well, although Sims beat a rusty Duran a fight later.
Yep, that was odd that his eye was allready black before the fight started.
I still remember him walking down the aisle with that.
Odd.
I knew Collins pretty well in the gym, we used to box out of the same park district gym. His brother was a cop who lived a block or two from me and he trained him also. Anyways, the night before the Sims fight in Vegas, Collins decides to defend some woman at a bar whose boyfriend was getting on at her and he got clipped for his efforts. Thus, the black eye for the Sims fight. Maybe Sims saw the luck Sibbo had at catching Collins early. He had a decent win over Larry Holmes' undefeated little brother Terry knocking him out in 2. I believe he's an electrician now. Definitely working in the trades.

Scartissue

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 15:54
by bennie
Sorry, Expug, I'm thinking of Kenny Bogner. :oops:

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 15:59
by dagosd2000
kikibalt wrote:Not boxing, but thought you might like to read it anyway.

Manuel Reyes, 82; Conviction in Sleepy Lagoon murder case later overturned

By Dennis McLellan, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
March 7, 2008

Manuel Reyes, a defendant in the infamous 1942 Sleepy Lagoon murder case in which 12 young Mexican American men were unjustly convicted of the murder of a Mexican national and served nearly two years in prison before their convictions were reversed, has died. He was 82.

Reyes, the former owner of a South Los Angeles taco stand, died of cancer Feb. 5 in the Los Angeles home of his eldest son, Manuel, said Mario Reyes, his youngest son.

A Los Angeles native who dropped out of high school in the 10th grade and began helping his uncle on his garbage-collecting route, Reyeswas 17 when he was arrested in connection with the murder of Jose Diaz, a young farmworker who died Aug. 2, 1942, after being found brutally beaten and stabbed at a ranch in Montebello.

Reyes was among 24 young Mexican American men who were charged in the case, and the ensuing trial of 22 of them became one of the largest mass trials in American history.

"My dad just told me he was guilty by association because they were Hispanic," said Mario Reyes. "He said they just rounded up a bunch of Mexicans and let some go. He never went into details about anything that happened that night."

Some of the defendants, according to trial testimony, had been assaulted by a gang called the Downey Boys earlier in the night at a reservoir dubbed Sleepy Lagoon, after a popular song of the day.

When they and other young men from their 38th Street neighborhood later returned to the reservoir to retaliate, the Downey gang was gone. They then crashed a birthday party at the nearby ranch, where, according to testimony, some of the defendants demanded to know the whereabouts of the "men who had beaten them up."

After some of the 38th Street boys entered the house, a fight broke out.

After the intruders had departed, Diaz was found lying unconscious in the dirt outside the fence south of the house.

The trial, which raised constitutional issues and continues to be cited today when appeals are made on the basis of an unfair trial, has been called "one of the darkest chapters in Los Angeles court history."

While being held in Los Angeles County Jail, the 22 defendants were denied haircuts, and they were not allowed a change of clothes during the first month of the 13-weektrial.

When defense attorneys objected that the unkempt "boys looked like mobsters, like disreputable persons," Judge Charles W. Fricke ruled against the motion.

The judge also ignored defense attorneys' objections to the courtroom's seating arrangements: Rather than sitting next to their lawyers, the defendants sat in two rows of seats facing the jury, which prevented them from consulting with their attorneys during the proceedings.

Jurors also were allowed to go home at night and had access to the frequently sensationalistic media coverage of the trial, as well as stories on juvenile delinquency that focused on Mexican American gang members.

The all-white jury found three of the defendants guilty of first-degree murder; nine, including Reyes, were found guilty of second-degree murder. Five other defendants were convicted of assault, and five were acquitted.

Carey McWilliams, a noted advocate for social justice, headed the Sleepy Lagoon Defense Committee to publicize the injustice of the trial and to raise money to fund the appeal.

"It was a racist trial," Alice Greenfield McGrath, who was present at the trial and served as the committee's executive secretary, told The Times this week. "The judge was unfailingly supporting the prosecution and on many instances was even insulting the defense attorneys."

After 12 of the defendants were sent to San Quentin State Prison, McGrath kept them updated on committee activities and visited them about every six weeks. She remembered Reyes being "one of the quieter ones -- a few of them had pretty interesting personalities -- and he was a pleasant person. He was never in any kind of trouble before or after."

In October 1944, the 2nd District Court of Appeal reversed all the convictions, citing insufficient evidence to show that the defendants had conspired to commit the crimes and saying that there was "no evidence to show that any of the defendants murdered the deceased."

The court also said the trial judge was "guilty of prejudicial misconduct in making undignified and intemperate remarks" to the defendants' counsel and admonished the judge for providing inadequate seating arrangements that isolated the defendants.

Soon after, a Superior Court judge dismissed the charges.

The last time McGrath saw Reyes was in 1997 when he and other surviving defendants met in El Monte for a reunion to celebrate McGrath's 80th birthday.

Then 71, Reyes could still recite his prison number: 69597.

"I wasn't 'Mr. Reyes' or 'Punk,' " he said. "I was a number."

Two decades earlier -- in 1979 -- Reyes had joined the seven other surviving defendants in an invasion of privacy suit against writer-director Luis Valdez and others involved in the production of Valdez's critically acclaimed play "Zoot Suit," which was inspired by the Sleepy Lagoon murder case.

An out-of-court settlement resulted in the eight men being awarded financial participation in performances of the play and 1% of the net profits of the ensuing film to be divided among them, their lawyer, Paul Fitzgerald, said in 1981.

It was not until the suit was filed, Mario Reyes said, that he and his siblings learned that their father had been involved in the case.

"We had no clue," he said. "My dad was very quiet about his growing up. We never knew anything" until the suit "started to surface. He said, 'I might as well tell you; it's going to come out anyway.' "

Reyes was born in Los Angeles on July 13, 1925. After he was released from prison, he served stateside in the Army during World War II.

He held a variety of jobs, working as a tailor, a shop steward in a warehouse and a truck driver, before he and his wife, Maria, opened El Taco Mexicano in South Los Angeles in 1958.

Reyes' son Manuel took over the taco stand in 1969. In 2002, it was taken over by Mario Reyes, who still owns it.

In addition to his sons Manuel and Mario, Reyes is survived by another son and a daughter; a brother, two sisters and six grandchildren.

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Frank,I'm glad you posted this. Every year I show my classes the story of The Zoot Suit Riots. I'm going to get you the exact names,but the kids that took the rap for that killing weren't there when Diaz was killed. They arrived later. Prior to their arrival,another group of boys were there and there was a fight. That's when Diaz was killed. Not only were the boys arrested,but so were the girls. The girls served time and then were made wards of the court. One of the girls,Lorena Mancias,knew who killed Diaz,but wouldn't tell. She went to prison taking this information with her.

Before her death from cancer she divulged to her daughter who had killed Diaz. It was her younger brother Louie. Louie Mancias later committed suicide.

I often think of Mexican women and how devoted they are to the ones they love. Que chulada es el maiz prieto! Viva Mexico!

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 16:06
by kikibalt
bennie wrote:Sorry, Expug, I'm thinking of Kenny Bogner. :oops:
Now Bogner would have been a great fight for Tony. there was talk of him fighting Tony and he was in attendance for Tony's fight with Howard Davis, and I guess he and his people didn't like what they saw, because we never heard from them again.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 16:11
by kikibalt
Mr.D.

"Maiz Prieto"
Please transtlate.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 17:04
by Expug
bennie wrote:Sorry, Expug, I'm thinking of Kenny Bogner. :oops:
Kenny "Bang Bang" Bogner.
I think he did go away.
Not sure what for.
Well if he would have fought Mancini it would have been "Boom Boom" vs "Bang Bang".

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 18:12
by Rick Farris
dagosd2000 wrote:Rick,Do you ever remember or know anything about a kid's program called "Joe Palooka?" To my knowledge it was the only TV series about a fictional fighter. I didn't like it that much,but not many people remember it. I can't remember who played Joe Palooka,but I remember "Slapsie Maxie" Rosenbloom was in it. Any stories on Rosenbloom? He was a west coast fighter with a long record.
DAGOS . . . You bet I remember it. I was just a kid, but the show would open with "Joe Palooka" hitting the speed bag as the music played and the credits rolled. You know Dagos, I can't think of the actors name, but all I have to do is walk out to my front yard. I live about 200 yards from the front gate of the CBS Studio Center, formerly "Republic Studios", home of "Gunsmoke", "Gilliagan's Island", "The Wild, Wild, West", "The Big Valley", "Seinfeld", and, JOE PALOOKA.

My street is the Studio City "Walk of Fame", where they have stars embedded in the sidewalk, up & down the block, dedicated to actors and the studios productions. In front of my building, is the "Joe Palooka" star, with the name of the show, the studo, and the star. Damn, I'll take a little photo of this, and see if I can post it, just for the hell of it.

Also, yeah, I actually do have a couple insignifigant Maxie Rosenbloom stories, and it will show you the ignorance of youth (in this case, my own).

It will show how a young person believed early on that a guy like "Slapsie Maxie" would be no contest for the Bob Fosters of the world. Damn, thankfully, a little education and understanding of what truly results in a victory for a fighter, told me, I had a lot to learn. I was a boxer, and who gave me, and most of us the biggest problems? Well, often it was the "cuties". Hey, I didn't live thru his era, but I lived thru mine, and I've seen and heard enough."Slapsie Maxie" so cunning and tricky, would tie up todays boys and hang 'em out to dry, and I mean ANY of today's fighters in the light-heavy division. In those days, guys weren't part time boxers, they weren't spoiled, they were tougher times.

What was it that Ray Arcel said? "Tough times make monkey's eat red peppers." Or something like that.


-Rick

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 18:21
by Rick Farris
kikibalt wrote:Rick; do you remember Felipe Torres?

By Randy De La O
Thoughts on Boxing and Boxers and Fights

Felipe Torres
Last Sunday, March 2nd, 2008, the following letter was posted on our message board on the Main Street Gym entry. It is from the brother of Felipe Torres, Epifanio Z. Torres. You may or may not remember but I wrote briefly about my experience sparring with him during the 1970's. They didn't make them any tougher than Felipe. Mr. Torres informs me that his brother Felipe passed away in 1993 under difficult circumstances. Our condolences to the entire Torres family.

My time with Felipe was brief, a couple of years at best. I never forgot him. How do you forget a man that taught you some of life's hardest lessons. He forced me to learn to stand my ground, taught me how to endure pain, forced me to learn how to slip a punch, and out of desperation taught me how to use the jab to keep an opponent off of me. More than anything he taught me humility, and to never judge a man by his appearance. I never made that mistake again and I have carried his memory and that lesson around with me my entire life. I have passed that lesson to my children.

I have no idea how much his family knows about his career or if they have an insight into the mind of a fighter, but I can tell them without even speaking to Felipe that he was proud of his days in the ring. Every fighter is. You carry that pride all of your days. It never leaves you, whether you had a couple of fights or a hundred. Whatever work you do after that, you are still a fighter. With that in mind you should know that when Felipe fought Roberto Duran on March 28, 1970 in Mexico City, he did not just fight another fighter, he fought a legend. How many men have passed that can make that statement? Just a handful, trust me. When Duran was young, and knocking out everyone that was put in front of him, Felipe fought him and went the distance. He went the distance with a legend!

I hope that someone who reads this will be able to provide a photo for the family, or perhaps a personal story. I'll be happy to print it. When Mr. Torres and family provide more about details about Felipe, I'll pass them on to you. Below is the letter by Epifanio Z. Torres

Rest in Peace, Felipe

Dear Sir,

My name is Epifanio Z. Torres. I live in El Centro, Ca. I am Felipe Torres' brother. My mom is right next to me right now, and I was translating to her the part of the article that you wrote about my brother Felipe. It almost brought tears to my mom and I. You probably don't know, but Felipe died in 1993. As you were saying, he was a tough little fighter, but like many of them, he died in very difficult conditions. I'd really appreciate in other information, pictures articles that you might have about him. My mom is 83 yrs. old and she'd probably love to see some of that stuff you and your readers might have about him. I have found, in some other websites, a partial boxing record of his. From what I remember, he fought with the best featherweights of his time: He fought Roberto Duran in Mexico City: Kuniaki Shibata in Japan (he lost split decision there which is equal to a victory), he also fought with Shozo Saijo in Hawaii and lost split decision; Ricardo Arredondo, was another one of his rivals, and I am not quite sure, but I think he fought a boxer named Cesar Sinda who died after their fight. I believe I saw his name on the WBC classifications as being the #7 featherweight of the world in the 1970's. A cousin of mine sent me this link, which I am planning to bookmark. I hope you, or some of your readers might have some more info. about my brother, or other links related to him.


Thank you,

Epifanio Z. Torres

YES! I used to spar with Felipe often at the Main Street Gym, from the time I turned pro, in 1970, thru '71. I remember his light hair, green eyes, and his fast, busy, elusive style, that really played Hell with anybody he fought, or sparred with. Felip Torres was special. I remember that in the gym he was handled by Larry & Memo Soto.

I planned to answer this post when I had more time, I'm in a rush to make an appointment at the moment. But the name Felip Torres inspires enough material here to really spice up an already hot thread.

More to be posted about Felip Torres. And, for his brother, I have questions, as well. Thank you!


-Rick Farris

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 19:31
by kikibalt
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Bobby Chacon and Santa Claus
12-14-2007

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 19:33
by kikibalt
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Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:02
by dagosd2000
kikibalt wrote:Mr.D.

"Maiz Prieto"
Please transtlate.
Mi Amigo,Que chulada es el maiz prieto means: How beautifull is the Indian corn. How beautifull are Mexican women. Las morenas. We are lucky my friend.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:06
by dagosd2000
Rick Farris wrote:
dagosd2000 wrote:Rick,Do you ever remember or know anything about a kid's program called "Joe Palooka?" To my knowledge it was the only TV series about a fictional fighter. I didn't like it that much,but not many people remember it. I can't remember who played Joe Palooka,but I remember "Slapsie Maxie" Rosenbloom was in it. Any stories on Rosenbloom? He was a west coast fighter with a long record.
DAGOS . . . You bet I remember it. I was just a kid, but the show would open with "Joe Palooka" hitting the speed bag as the music played and the credits rolled. You know Dagos, I can't think of the actors name, but all I have to do is walk out to my front yard. I live about 200 yards from the front gate of the CBS Studio Center, formerly "Republic Studios", home of "Gunsmoke", "Gilliagan's Island", "The Wild, Wild, West", "The Big Valley", "Seinfeld", and, JOE PALOOKA.

My street is the Studio City "Walk of Fame", where they have stars embedded in the sidewalk, up & down the block, dedicated to actors and the studios productions. In front of my building, is the "Joe Palooka" star, with the name of the show, the studo, and the star. Damn, I'll take a little photo of this, and see if I can post it, just for the hell of it.

Also, yeah, I actually do have a couple insignifigant Maxie Rosenbloom stories, and it will show you the ignorance of youth (in this case, my own).

It will show how a young person believed early on that a guy like "Slapsie Maxie" would be no contest for the Bob Fosters of the world. Damn, thankfully, a little education and understanding of what truly results in a victory for a fighter, told me, I had a lot to learn. I was a boxer, and who gave me, and most of us the biggest problems? Well, often it was the "cuties". Hey, I didn't live thru his era, but I lived thru mine, and I've seen and heard enough."Slapsie Maxie" so cunning and tricky, would tie up todays boys and hang 'em out to dry, and I mean ANY of today's fighters in the light-heavy division. In those days, guys weren't part time boxers, they weren't spoiled, they were tougher times.

What was it that Ray Arcel said? "Tough times make monkey's eat red peppers." Or something like that.


-Rick
Rickster,Joe Palooka was played by Joe Kirkwood Jr. Is this thread an education or what?

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:12
by Rick Farris
Rickster,Joe Palooka was played by Joe Kirkwood Jr. Is this thread an education or what?[/quote]


That's right! That's the name on the star in front of my building. I gotta get the camera out and take a pic. I can get it on here over the weekend.
Thanks, Dagos!

-Rick

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:19
by Rick Farris
Hey Kiki . . .

I'm kind of a cyber-idiot and haven't taken the initiative to learn how to load pictures onto this thread. However, my wife will come to the rescue Sunday. I have a lot of stuff, old photos from the Jr. Gloves in the 60's, some Baltazar memorabelia, Johnny Flores, Quarry, Navarro, programs, news clips, etc.

Like the stuff you share, some of this is priceless.

-Rixter

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:23
by kikibalt
Frankie is fighting at the Olympic, Norm Lockwood come in the dressing room and yells "glove up" I glove Frankie up, he start to warm up, 30 minutes later Lockwood stick his head in the dressing and yells "ring time" I tell Frankie "lets go" he tells me "wait!, wait!, I have to take a piss" well we don't have time to take his glove/gloves off so he can take a piss, this fight is on live tv and the tv people have every thing down to the minute, so I look at my assistant John Martinez, he looks at me and say "no,no,no, not me " I say "yes, yes, yes thats what I'm paying you for, I'll wait outside"
When they come out of dressing room I say to John " well John?" he tells me " you s-o-b" I tell him "don't worry John, I won't tell anybody and I'll buy you a beer too"

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:34
by kikibalt
Rick Farris wrote:Hey Kiki . . .

I'm kind of a cyber-idiot and haven't taken the initiative to learn how to load pictures onto this thread. However, my wife will come to the rescue Sunday. I have a lot of stuff, old photos from the Jr. Gloves in the 60's, some Baltazar memorabelia, Johnny Flores, Quarry, Navarro, programs, news clips, etc.

Like the stuff you share, some of this is priceless.

-Rixter
Rickster,

I sure want to see that 1960's stuff, put it up as soon as you can.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 20:40
by Rick Farris
Maxie Rosenbloom . . .

Let me start by saying I never saw Rosenbloom fight, not live, anyway. Hell, I wasn't even born when he fought for the last time. However, I did meet the guy, well kinda met him. Actually, it would be more accurate to say, I saw him a few times around town.

In late 1971, I was attending a boxing match in the San Fernando Valley, at the Devonshire Downs Fairground. It was a Saturday night, George Parnassus Forum Boxing Club was promoting weekly fight cards at various venues around town, matches telecast on KTLA Ch. 5, offering competition for KTTV's Ch. 13 fight cards, from the Olympic.

In L.A., it wasn't just about rival boxers, but the two big rival promoters, and both were heavyweights. It was Aileen Eaton vs. George Parnassus, and just when you thought one could out draw the other, well, in L.A. I really can't say "which" promoter put on the best shows, Hell, they were both great!

On this night, the Forum card was being held at Devenshire Downs, on other saturdays they would be held at the "Valley Music Theatre", "Santa Monica Civic Aud.", "Long Beach Arena" and Anaheim.

The main event was Rodolfo Lobato vs. Ray Echevarria, for some State title, or whatever. In one of the prelims, a kid stepped down to the ring followed by a silly acting charactor with a bucket in his hand and towel draped over his shoulder. He had a silly smile on his face, and was obviosly an ex-fighter by the smashed up nose. The thing that kinda threw me about the guy, was that he had this whistle stuck between his lips, and as he followed the kid down the aisle, he would blow the whistle and smile like a moron.

When he stepped onto the ring apron behind the fighter, my girlfriend turns to me and asks, "who is that funny man?'

I kind of laughed and answered, his name is "Slapsie" Maxie Rosenbloom, he was a former world champ, and believe it or not, a true all-time great.

For fun, check out his record.


-Rixter

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 21:04
by dagosd2000
I used to watch the fights with my dad. Wednesday nights the fights were live from Chicago. The Pabst Blue Ribbon fights,usually from the Chicago Stadium. My family had moved out to the West Coast,but mentally I don't think my father ever made the move out of the Windy City. He was always reminiscing. He'd be on the phone talking to his old cronies almost everyday. In a way his life stopped after 1956,the year we moved to California. He always looked forward to Wednesdays because the fights were from his hometown.

I remember before one of those Wednesday night fights,they were announcing the judges,the referee,and timekeeper. When they said the timekeeper's name,Mike Murphy,my father said to me"That's your godfather". Everytime we watched those fights my father would say the same thing. I never met Mike Murphy. When I was a kid in Chicago,I never knew who was my godfather until we moved to California.

The other day I'm watching a replay of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. The Sugar Ray Robinson and Jake LaMotta fight at Chicago Stadium. The announcer says"Counting for the knockdowns,Mike Murphy."
The fighters are waiting for the opening round to begin. Ted Husing,the great television fight announcer says"We're waiting for the bell. You know who the boys are."
I wish I had known Mike Murphy.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 21:08
by dagosd2000
Rick Farris wrote:Maxie Rosenbloom . . .

Let me start by saying I never saw Rosenbloom fight, not live, anyway. Hell, I wasn't even born when he fought for the last time. However, I did meet the guy, well kinda met him. Actually, it would be more accurate to say, I saw him a few times around town.

In late 1971, I was attending a boxing match in the San Fernando Valley, at the Devonshire Downs Fairground. It was a Saturday night, George Parnassus Forum Boxing Club was promoting weekly fight cards at various venues around town, matches telecast on KTLA Ch. 5, offering competition for KTTV's Ch. 13 fight cards, from the Olympic.

In L.A., it wasn't just about rival boxers, but the two big rival promoters, and both were heavyweights. It was Aileen Eaton vs. George Parnassus, and just when you thought one could out draw the other, well, in L.A. I really can't say "which" promoter put on the best shows, Hell, they were both great!

On this night, the Forum card was being held at Devenshire Downs, on other saturdays they would be held at the "Valley Music Theatre", "Santa Monica Civic Aud.", "Long Beach Arena" and Anaheim.

The main event was Rodolfo Lobato vs. Ray Echevarria, for some State title, or whatever. In one of the prelims, a kid stepped down to the ring followed by a silly acting charactor with a bucket in his hand and towel draped over his shoulder. He had a silly smile on his face, and was obviosly an ex-fighter by the smashed up nose. The thing that kinda threw me about the guy, was that he had this whistle stuck between his lips, and as he followed the kid down the aisle, he would blow the whistle and smile like a moron.

When he stepped onto the ring apron behind the fighter, my girlfriend turns to me and asks, "who is that funny man?'

I kind of laughed and answered, his name is "Slapsie" Maxie Rosenbloom, he was a former world champ, and believe it or not, a true all-time great.

For fun, check out his record.


-Rixter
Rick,Frank,Pug,Bennie,Scar
Any of you guys think that fighters today could have that many fights? I'm sure some of Rosenbloom's fights had to be more in the line of a workout than a fight.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 21:20
by dagosd2000
Rick Farris wrote:
kikibalt wrote:Rick; do you remember Felipe Torres?

By Randy De La O
Thoughts on Boxing and Boxers and Fights

Felipe Torres
Last Sunday, March 2nd, 2008, the following letter was posted on our message board on the Main Street Gym entry. It is from the brother of Felipe Torres, Epifanio Z. Torres. You may or may not remember but I wrote briefly about my experience sparring with him during the 1970's. They didn't make them any tougher than Felipe. Mr. Torres informs me that his brother Felipe passed away in 1993 under difficult circumstances. Our condolences to the entire Torres family.

My time with Felipe was brief, a couple of years at best. I never forgot him. How do you forget a man that taught you some of life's hardest lessons. He forced me to learn to stand my ground, taught me how to endure pain, forced me to learn how to slip a punch, and out of desperation taught me how to use the jab to keep an opponent off of me. More than anything he taught me humility, and to never judge a man by his appearance. I never made that mistake again and I have carried his memory and that lesson around with me my entire life. I have passed that lesson to my children.

I have no idea how much his family knows about his career or if they have an insight into the mind of a fighter, but I can tell them without even speaking to Felipe that he was proud of his days in the ring. Every fighter is. You carry that pride all of your days. It never leaves you, whether you had a couple of fights or a hundred. Whatever work you do after that, you are still a fighter. With that in mind you should know that when Felipe fought Roberto Duran on March 28, 1970 in Mexico City, he did not just fight another fighter, he fought a legend. How many men have passed that can make that statement? Just a handful, trust me. When Duran was young, and knocking out everyone that was put in front of him, Felipe fought him and went the distance. He went the distance with a legend!

I hope that someone who reads this will be able to provide a photo for the family, or perhaps a personal story. I'll be happy to print it. When Mr. Torres and family provide more about details about Felipe, I'll pass them on to you. Below is the letter by Epifanio Z. Torres

Rest in Peace, Felipe

Dear Sir,

My name is Epifanio Z. Torres. I live in El Centro, Ca. I am Felipe Torres' brother. My mom is right next to me right now, and I was translating to her the part of the article that you wrote about my brother Felipe. It almost brought tears to my mom and I. You probably don't know, but Felipe died in 1993. As you were saying, he was a tough little fighter, but like many of them, he died in very difficult conditions. I'd really appreciate in other information, pictures articles that you might have about him. My mom is 83 yrs. old and she'd probably love to see some of that stuff you and your readers might have about him. I have found, in some other websites, a partial boxing record of his. From what I remember, he fought with the best featherweights of his time: He fought Roberto Duran in Mexico City: Kuniaki Shibata in Japan (he lost split decision there which is equal to a victory), he also fought with Shozo Saijo in Hawaii and lost split decision; Ricardo Arredondo, was another one of his rivals, and I am not quite sure, but I think he fought a boxer named Cesar Sinda who died after their fight. I believe I saw his name on the WBC classifications as being the #7 featherweight of the world in the 1970's. A cousin of mine sent me this link, which I am planning to bookmark. I hope you, or some of your readers might have some more info. about my brother, or other links related to him.


Thank you,

Epifanio Z. Torres

YES! I used to spar with Felipe often at the Main Street Gym, from the time I turned pro, in 1970, thru '71. I remember his light hair, green eyes, and his fast, busy, elusive style, that really played Hell with anybody he fought, or sparred with. Felip Torres was special. I remember that in the gym he was handled by Larry & Memo Soto.

I planned to answer this post when I had more time, I'm in a rush to make an appointment at the moment. But the name Felip Torres inspires enough material here to really spice up an already hot thread.

More to be posted about Felip Torres. And, for his brother, I have questions, as well. Thank you!


-Rick Farris
Guys,This was a priceless piece from you two and Torres's brother. I want to tell him that I saw Felipe beat Bobby Valdez in San Diego at the Coliseum. Bobby was a very good boxer,but Felipe busted him up pretty good that night. Felipe found him all night. I remember the sweat flying from Bobby's face everytime Felipe hit him. By the end of the fight, that sweat was colored red. Bobby was never the same after that.

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 22:21
by kikibalt
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Alex Garcia

Posted: 07 Mar 2008, 22:26
by kikibalt
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Joe Kirkwood Jr. AKA Joe Palooka and a young fighter, I'll get the fighter's name from my files.

The fighter is Martin Ojeda.

Posted: 08 Mar 2008, 02:01
by dagosd2000
I never thought I'd see a woman stop the fights before like that,but she did. I'll tell ya' about it.

My taxi cab friend Bonifacio got himself in a beef a while back in Tijuana.
It didn't go well with him and he got 4 years in the La Mesa Penitentiary.
I went to visit him every month. In a way , it wasn't all that bad. The Penitentiary is off the Boulevard,north of the Auditorium. It reminds me of a square block in a neighborhood surrounded by a big wall. On the top of the wall are cops with rifles in case the prisoners get unhappy.

Bonifacio was living ,in what I would call, a motel room. He bought the room from an outgoing prisoner and Bonifacio was going to sell it to an incoming prisoner when he left. Bonifacio was middle class in the social hierarchy. Some were better,and some were worse. The big shots(mostly drug lords)lived in houses with their wives and kids,and depending on the schedule,their girlfriends. The bottom of the pecking order lived in dingy cells and usually were "gofers" for the the more elite.
"Get me a soda." Here's a quarter.
"Get me some cigarettes." Here's a dime.
There were prisoners who owned businesses also. Barber shops,hardware stores,taco stands. An interesting economy. Everything was bought and sold to other prisoners. And of of course ,payoffs to the cops.

I was going to bring my son,Ramon,with me one Sunday afternoon for a visitation. Bonifacio gave me $50 to bring him a bottle of Don Pedro inside . I was to payoff the Commandant. He was alerted. On Sundays the Penitentiary was a bee hive of activity. Soccer games,musicians would come in,lots of visits from family and friends,hookers making the rounds,and the boxing matches.

Me and my son got through the gate,explained our purpose to the Commandant(who had a sub machine gun taped to his hand),slipped him a twenty,and proceeded to Chateau Bonifacio. Bonifacio's wife was there. She had made caldo de rez(beef soup). It smelled wonderfull. She was just about to serve the soup when Bonifacio got a call on the loud speaker. Echoing across the yard was the news that Bonifacio's girlfriend had arrived . Bad timing. Bonifacio's wife through the soup in his face.There went lunch. Bonifacio pulled out a 5 spot and told this kid to go downstairs and buy some tacos and sodas. After he changed his shirt,Bonifacio,me,and my son finally ate lunch. After eating,Bonifacio opened the brandy and poured a couple of drinks.
"Who's fighting,Bonny?"
"Los presos contra los presos de Mexicali"(the prisoners against the prisoners of Mexicali)

I drank a glass of brandy. I didn't like brandy that much. Bonifacio was on his fourth glass as we headed down to the boxing ring. There weren't any chairs ,so we stood beside the ring as the fighters entered . The fights were very popular with the prisoners and a big crowd had formed in the yard.

Well there wasn't much of a difference in talent between the two teams. As much as prisoners fought with each other,their boxing abilities deserved a life sentence. The fighters were flinging and slinging wildly at each other,and although they lacked skill,they weren't short of heart. The last fight was the heavyweights. I guess it could be considered the main event. Mexicali's baddest dude against Tijuana's big stud. I don't know what these guys were in jail for,but I was hoping they would never let them circulate again on the ouside. Each one must have tipped the scales over 300 pounds and they had so many tatoos they looked like two giant road maps. So far none of the Mexicali fighters had won a match,but I think that was due to the fact that the referee was the Commandant. To his credit though,he'd untaped his machine gun.

It was a brutal and bloody contest. To and fro. I was hoping one of them wouldn't fall against the ring ropes because he would have brought the ring with him. It looked like the Mexicali Monster was getting the better of it. Then the Tijuana Titan decided the only chance he had was to foul. He throws one south of the border. Way south. Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico. The Mexicali fighter is rolling around the canvas screaming holding his valuables. The Commandant walks over to the Home Town Favorite and raises his hand. Now Team Mexicali has had enough of this ,and jumps into the ring and free for all breaks out. I look up at the wall and I see the cops grabbing for their guns. I grab my son and pull Bonifacio by the arm to get as far away as possible. Bonifacio wants to stay .He's so drunk,he wants to get in the ring and join the tag team. My son can't figure out what had happened. I told him,"They got the decision wrong."

All of a sudden there's a big commotion by the front gate. Like a building swarm of bees, a swarm of people start a procession through the yard. Everybody is starting to follow the assemblage. I look up at the ring. The fighters have broken off the battle and are looking at this crowd of people. Some of the fighters have climbed down the ring and joined the procession.
"What's going on?"I asked Bonifacio.
"Es Mother Teresa. She come evry Soonday."
I looked up at the wall. The cops had put down their guns.
"She come veesit Los Perdidos",(the lost ones),slurred Bonifacio.

Every Sunday Mother Teresa would visit the Penitentiary to spend time with the prisoners that were dying of some illness like aids or tuberculosis. She had opened a mission by the dump in Tijuana,Basuralandia. People lived at the dump off trash and garbage that was brought there. Most of those people were like "Los Perdidos",sick and dying. As Mother Teresa approached the isolated shack where these prisoners lived, I could hear shouts. "Madre! Madre!" When she got to the shack,I could see arms reaching out. Passionate shouts . "Madre! Madre mia!" No one would have anything to do with "Los Perdidos". Only MotherTeresa would come to visit them.

I remember when Mother Teresa died. It was the same year Princess Diana died in that car crash. "Time Magazine" had voted for "Woman of The Year". The gave the award to Princess Diana. They got the decision wrong.

Posted: 08 Mar 2008, 02:29
by Rick Farris
dagosd2000 wrote:
Rick Farris wrote:Maxie Rosenbloom . . .



-Rixter
Rick,Frank,Pug,Bennie,Scar
Any of you guys think that fighters today could have that many fights? I'm sure some of Rosenbloom's fights had to be more in the line of a workout than a fight.
DAGOS . . . When I look at Rosenblooms record, I see more than just a lot of fights, but most that went the distance. Archie Moore had over a couple hundred himself, but h was a KO hitter, and a lot of guys didn't make it the full route.

Willie Pep is another example of a guy who fought well over 200 fights, and all but 50 some went the full distance, generally a minimum of ten, and often fifteen rounds.

OK, a long time ago, I was studying Willie Pep's record. I took the time to add up the number of rounds he fought during his career. Sorry, but it was awhile back and I forget the exact figure, however, it was amazing. It was more than ten fighters of today well total when they retire. THis guy avoided being hit, most of the time, but he had real lasting power.

OK, here's my question, does anybody here know of another World Champ, or boxer for that matter, that fought as many rounds during their career as Willie Pep?

Just curious?

-Rick

Posted: 08 Mar 2008, 02:45
by Rick Farris
-Rixter[/quote]
Rick,Frank,Pug,Bennie,Scar
Any of you guys think that fighters today could have that many fights?


Dagos, in reponse to the question, "Who knows?" However, I wouldn't bet on it. They would find another line of work, I believe. Fighters of Rosenbloom's era "fought" more rounds than today's boxers spar in the gym. They were always in shape, they fought themselves into shape, and they didn't require as much sparring in the gym.

There is something about human nature that makes us most comfortable in familiar surroundings. The more a guy fights, the more comfortable he is in the ring. Today, well, it's just a different world, everybody wants to get paid BEFORE they have performed, and when the going "get's rough", many just go away.

-Rixter