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Expug wrote:Now that I looked up Loves record, I dont see the Hagler fight there.
Man, I could swear I saw them fight....maybe not.
Maybe senility is setting in.

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:Rick
Did you ever come across a character,who fashioned himself as a promoter,by the name of Louie Lake? He was telling everyone down here that he had a hand in putting together Ali and Norton I.

You didn't ask me, but yes, Lake had a hand in putting together the first Ali/Norton fight, but he got kicked out of the picture before the fight took place.

Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:Now that I looked up Loves record, I dont see the Hagler fight there.
Man, I could swear I saw them fight....maybe not.
Maybe senility is setting in.

That reminds me of the time I was at a Sports memorabilia store in here in Whittier.They carried a lot of boxing items. The owner was an old timer that knew quite a bit about sports in general but not too much about boxing. There was a photo on the wall of Jake LaMotta. It got him started on a story about LaMotta and Rocky Graciano. Claims he was sitting ringside when they fought. He was so close that blood from both guys splattered on him. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't have the heart to tell him they never fought. He was such a nice guy. I never figured out if he was lying or mistaken.

Randy

Expug wrote:Hey guys, for laughs, google, "ex boxer still packs punch suspect finds".
You will see a link to a story that was evidently reprinted by Crains Chicago buisness magazine in 2003.
It was in the Chicago Sun Times in 1987.
You will recognize the name of the knucklehead right away. DD

Expug wrote:Hey guys, for laughs, google, "ex boxer still packs punch suspect finds".
You will see a link to a story that was evidently reprinted by Crains Chicago buisness magazine in 2003.
It was in the Chicago Sun Times in 1987.
You will recognize the name of the knucklehead right away. DD

kikibalt wrote:

Expug wrote:Hey guys, for laughs, google, "ex boxer still packs punch suspect finds".
You will see a link to a story that was evidently reprinted by Crains Chicago buisness magazine in 2003.
It was in the Chicago Sun Times in 1987.
You will recognize the name of the knucklehead right away. DD

Ok Pug! you the man! copy the story on post it here.....

Chuck1052 wrote:One reason that Art Hafey didn't match up well with Alexis Arguello or Danny Lopez was the vast height difference. Notice that Hafey had much more success fighting Ruben Olivares, who was shorter than Lopez or Arguello.

I often wondered if Hafey would have been given a title bout by a promoter in Southern California if he was of Mexican descent. For sure, I feel that Hafey did more than enough to get a shot, but he wasn't a big gate attraction despite being highly regarded among the hardcore fans. As a result, I am not knocking Burke Emery's managerial skills, but I wondered if he should have acted to get Hafey's bout with Lopez stopped much earlier because his charge was taking a brutal beating.

- Chuck Johnston

dagosd2000 wrote:Another question for Rick(maybe Frank would know this)
Did you ever see a middlweight fight in the 70's by the name of David Love? Once in a while I'll bump into him. He fought Renato Garcia. Later he beat Bennie Briscoe and Bobby Watts. Wasn't a hard worker in the gym. Likes to play golf(I don't play golf)but has a lot of interesting stories. Said he used to spar with Indian Red. Told me Red could really crack.

kikibalt wrote:Here's the article....

Ex-boxer still packs punch, suspect finds
Article from: Chicago Sun-Times Article date: March 4, 1987 Author: Art Petacque Copyright information Chicago Sun-Times.

Former boxer Brian Higgins had an unwilling sparring partner recently - a robber he chased through Loop streets, disarmed and pummeled before police arrived. They arrested a man who turned out to be a suspect in dozens of robberies.

Higgins, 26, a Northwest Side resident who drives a truck for the Hostess Cake Co., confirmed the story.

"I'd made a delivery at a concession in the subway at Dearborn and Randolph just before noon," he said.

"As I was getting back in my parked truck, a man came up and put a pistol to my head and forced me to lie down in the back.

"He called me every filthy name I ever heard and threatened my life repeatedly. He relieved me of my company's money - $530 ...

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Here's the article....

Ex-boxer still packs punch, suspect finds
Article from: Chicago Sun-Times Article date: March 4, 1987 Author: Art Petacque Copyright information Chicago Sun-Times.

Former boxer Brian Higgins had an unwilling sparring partner recently - a robber he chased through Loop streets, disarmed and pummeled before police arrived. They arrested a man who turned out to be a suspect in dozens of robberies.

Higgins, 26, a Northwest Side resident who drives a truck for the Hostess Cake Co., confirmed the story.

"I'd made a delivery at a concession in the subway at Dearborn and Randolph just before noon," he said.

"As I was getting back in my parked truck, a man came up and put a pistol to my head and forced me to lie down in the back.

"He called me every filthy name I ever heard and threatened my life repeatedly. He relieved me of my company's money - $530 ...

Thanks for the links to that Tom and Frank.
Paul Harvey told the story on his radio show that day.
My 15 minutes I guess. 8)

raylawpc wrote:

Randyman wrote:

bennie wrote:Randy, can I ask how your dad died? He was too young.

My father died of prostate cancer. It's a hell of a way to go. He really suffered. The thing is, he never complained. One day though, my brother Dennis and I went to see him at the hospital, and when we got to the room my father was quietly crying. Apparently something went wrong, it's been so long I can't remember exactly what, but the doctors shoved a tube straight into his kidneys, with no anesthesia. It had to be painful. It was the only time during his illness that I saw him break. He felt ashamed for his sons seeing him that way. I let him know that he earned the right. It was tough.



This is how I remember him in my minds eye.

Randy’s memories of his Dad reminded me of my Mom. May I share about something about her with you?

In 1967, my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent a radical mastectomy of her left breast – meaning, they removed not only her breast, but a good part of the underlying muscle and most of the surrounding lymph nodes. In addition, the doctors subjected her to radiation therapy, which was then in its infancy as a form of cancer treatment.

In the years following her mastectomy, she suffered two relapses of cancer, and underwent chemotherapy to put it in remission. In fact, Mom was on a continuous modified version of chemo the last ten years or so of her life to prevent yet another recurrence of the disease (it worked).

If the cancer wasn't bad enough, she suffered nerve damage as a result of the mastectomy, which led to increasingly severe pain in her left arm. By 1974, the only option, according to the doctors said, was to clip a nerve in her neck so that she would no longer experience pain in the arm. The surgery would render her arm completely numb from the shoulder down. Or so they hoped. On the operating table, however, the surgical assistants failed to properly secure Mom’s head into the device intended to hold her neck perfectly still. As the surgeon began cutting the intended nerve in her neck, Mom’s head slipped and he cut the wrong nerves. As a result, Mom still had the arm pain, but lost all muscular control over her arm, and all feeling in her left leg. So, she was left with a completely useless arm and without any relief from her pain or sensation in her left leg.

If that wasn’t enough, the radiation therapy rendered her left shoulder bones and left upper ribs as easy to break as chalk. Little accidents like bumping her left shoulder in the door frame would result in a fracture of the collarbone.

Like Randy’s Dad, I never heard my Mom complain and I never saw her cry. After the arm surgery, somebody suggested Mom sue the neurosurgeon for malpractice. Her reply: “For Heaven’s sake, why would I do that? It wasn’t his fault my head slipped in that brace. He didn’t do it on purpose. How is suing him going to make my arm any better?” I remember one time watching her struggle with some simple household task, and voicing my frustration about the loss of function with her left arm. Her response? “It could have been worse. At least I’m not left handed. I can still write letters and do a lot of things.”

And indeed she could. A stickler for cleanliness, my Mom still vacuumed, dusted and cleaned her house every single day, cooked every meal we ate, and did the laundry twice a week (including ironing – try doing that with one hand). On top of that, after two bouts of cancer, she felt like she needed something to take her mind off her problems, so she became a substitute high school teacher. After I got involved in boxing, she started coming to the fights and really fell in love with the sport. In 1975, she became the first licensed female boxing judge in Oklahoma.

I recall one time at a boxing card, Pat O’Grady commented to me that my Mom looked like she wasn’t feeling very well. “Well, Pat, yesterday Mom broke her collarbone getting out of the car.” “What the hell is she doing here then?” “You had her down to judge some of the fights tonight, and she didn’t want to let you down,” I replied. I remember Pat shaking his head, and saying, “Compared to your Mom, all these fighters are just pussies.” I know my Mom’s determination and toughness commanded the attention and respect of all the boxing guys in Oklahoma City. Everybody was on a first name basis in our crew – even our ringside physician was just “Doc” – but everybody called my mother “Mrs. Ray.”

I have always respected and admired top flight boxers. But I can’t say that any of them were ever my hero. That’s because I didn’t have to look any farther than my Mom to have a hero.

My Mom died in 1992 from congestive heart failure. I miss her every day.

I have never written any of this about my Mom before. Thanks for letting me share, guys.

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Here's the article....

Ex-boxer still packs punch, suspect finds
Article from: Chicago Sun-Times Article date: March 4, 1987 Author: Art Petacque Copyright information Chicago Sun-Times.

Former boxer Brian Higgins had an unwilling sparring partner recently - a robber he chased through Loop streets, disarmed and pummeled before police arrived. They arrested a man who turned out to be a suspect in dozens of robberies.

Higgins, 26, a Northwest Side resident who drives a truck for the Hostess Cake Co., confirmed the story.

"I'd made a delivery at a concession in the subway at Dearborn and Randolph just before noon," he said.

"As I was getting back in my parked truck, a man came up and put a pistol to my head and forced me to lie down in the back.

"He called me every filthy name I ever heard and threatened my life repeatedly. He relieved me of my company's money - $530 ...

Thanks for the links to that Tom and Frank.
Paul Harvey told the story on his radio show that day.
My 15 minutes I guess. 8)

Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Here's the article....

Ex-boxer still packs punch, suspect finds
Article from: Chicago Sun-Times Article date: March 4, 1987 Author: Art Petacque Copyright information Chicago Sun-Times.

Former boxer Brian Higgins had an unwilling sparring partner recently - a robber he chased through Loop streets, disarmed and pummeled before police arrived. They arrested a man who turned out to be a suspect in dozens of robberies.

Higgins, 26, a Northwest Side resident who drives a truck for the Hostess Cake Co., confirmed the story.

"I'd made a delivery at a concession in the subway at Dearborn and Randolph just before noon," he said.

"As I was getting back in my parked truck, a man came up and put a pistol to my head and forced me to lie down in the back.

"He called me every filthy name I ever heard and threatened my life repeatedly. He relieved me of my company's money - $530 ...

Thanks for the links to that Tom and Frank.
Paul Harvey told the story on his radio show that day.
My 15 minutes I guess. 8)

That article justifies what I thought about you, Brian. I'll echo Franks comment. You're the man!!!

Randy

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Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Here's the article....

Ex-boxer still packs punch, suspect finds
Article from: Chicago Sun-Times Article date: March 4, 1987 Author: Art Petacque Copyright information Chicago Sun-Times.

Former boxer Brian Higgins had an unwilling sparring partner recently - a robber he chased through Loop streets, disarmed and pummeled before police arrived. They arrested a man who turned out to be a suspect in dozens of robberies.

Higgins, 26, a Northwest Side resident who drives a truck for the Hostess Cake Co., confirmed the story.

"I'd made a delivery at a concession in the subway at Dearborn and Randolph just before noon," he said.

"As I was getting back in my parked truck, a man came up and put a pistol to my head and forced me to lie down in the back.

"He called me every filthy name I ever heard and threatened my life repeatedly. He relieved me of my company's money - $530 ...

Thanks for the links to that Tom and Frank.
Paul Harvey told the story on his radio show that day.
My 15 minutes I guess. 8)

That article justifies what I thought about you, Brian. I'll echo Franks comment. You're the man!!!

Randy

raylawpc wrote:

Randyman wrote:

bennie wrote:Randy, can I ask how your dad died? He was too young.

My father died of prostate cancer. It's a hell of a way to go. He really suffered. The thing is, he never complained. One day though, my brother Dennis and I went to see him at the hospital, and when we got to the room my father was quietly crying. Apparently something went wrong, it's been so long I can't remember exactly what, but the doctors shoved a tube straight into his kidneys, with no anesthesia. It had to be painful. It was the only time during his illness that I saw him break. He felt ashamed for his sons seeing him that way. I let him know that he earned the right. It was tough.



This is how I remember him in my minds eye.

Randy’s memories of his Dad reminded me of my Mom. May I share about something about her with you?

In 1967, my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent a radical mastectomy of her left breast – meaning, they removed not only her breast, but a good part of the underlying muscle and most of the surrounding lymph nodes. In addition, the doctors subjected her to radiation therapy, which was then in its infancy as a form of cancer treatment.

In the years following her mastectomy, she suffered two relapses of cancer, and underwent chemotherapy to put it in remission. In fact, Mom was on a continuous modified version of chemo the last ten years or so of her life to prevent yet another recurrence of the disease (it worked).

If the cancer wasn't bad enough, she suffered nerve damage as a result of the mastectomy, which led to increasingly severe pain in her left arm. By 1974, the only option, according to the doctors said, was to clip a nerve in her neck so that she would no longer experience pain in the arm. The surgery would render her arm completely numb from the shoulder down. Or so they hoped. On the operating table, however, the surgical assistants failed to properly secure Mom’s head into the device intended to hold her neck perfectly still. As the surgeon began cutting the intended nerve in her neck, Mom’s head slipped and he cut the wrong nerves. As a result, Mom still had the arm pain, but lost all muscular control over her arm, and all feeling in her left leg. So, she was left with a completely useless arm and without any relief from her pain or sensation in her left leg.

If that wasn’t enough, the radiation therapy rendered her left shoulder bones and left upper ribs as easy to break as chalk. Little accidents like bumping her left shoulder in the door frame would result in a fracture of the collarbone.

Like Randy’s Dad, I never heard my Mom complain and I never saw her cry. After the arm surgery, somebody suggested Mom sue the neurosurgeon for malpractice. Her reply: “For Heaven’s sake, why would I do that? It wasn’t his fault my head slipped in that brace. He didn’t do it on purpose. How is suing him going to make my arm any better?” I remember one time watching her struggle with some simple household task, and voicing my frustration about the loss of function with her left arm. Her response? “It could have been worse. At least I’m not left handed. I can still write letters and do a lot of things.”

And indeed she could. A stickler for cleanliness, my Mom still vacuumed, dusted and cleaned her house every single day, cooked every meal we ate, and did the laundry twice a week (including ironing – try doing that with one hand). On top of that, after two bouts of cancer, she felt like she needed something to take her mind off her problems, so she became a substitute high school teacher. After I got involved in boxing, she started coming to the fights and really fell in love with the sport. In 1975, she became the first licensed female boxing judge in Oklahoma.

I recall one time at a boxing card, Pat O’Grady commented to me that my Mom looked like she wasn’t feeling very well. “Well, Pat, yesterday Mom broke her collarbone getting out of the car.” “What the hell is she doing here then?” “You had her down to judge some of the fights tonight, and she didn’t want to let you down,” I replied. I remember Pat shaking his head, and saying, “Compared to your Mom, all these fighters are just pussies.” I know my Mom’s determination and toughness commanded the attention and respect of all the boxing guys in Oklahoma City. Everybody was on a first name basis in our crew – even our ringside physician was just “Doc” – but everybody called my mother “Mrs. Ray.”

I have always respected and admired top flight boxers. But I can’t say that any of them were ever my hero. That’s because I didn’t have to look any farther than my Mom to have a hero.

My Mom died in 1992 from congestive heart failure. I miss her every day.

I have never written any of this about my Mom before. Thanks for letting me share, guys.

Expug wrote:

Expug wrote:Now that I looked up Loves record, I dont see the Hagler fight there.
Man, I could swear I saw them fight....maybe not.
Maybe senility is setting in.

Ah, I got it now,it was Doug Demmings.Not David Love.
And, it was a" Boxing From the Olympic" broadcast.
It only took three posts to figure it all out.

Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:Now that I looked up Loves record, I dont see the Hagler fight there.
Man, I could swear I saw them fight....maybe not.
Maybe senility is setting in.

That reminds me of the time I was at a Sports memorabilia store in here in Whittier.They carried a lot of boxing items. The owner was an old timer that knew quite a bit about sports in general but not too much about boxing. There was a photo on the wall of Jake LaMotta. It got him started on a story about LaMotta and Rocky Graciano. Claims he was sitting ringside when they fought. He was so close that blood from both guys splattered on him. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't have the heart to tell him they never fought. He was such a nice guy. I never figured out if he was lying or mistaken.

Randy