Re: Classic American West Coast Boxing
Posted: 23 Jan 2009, 21:53
ANIMALS IN THE MIRROR
My father got out of the War in '47. He was with the 5th Marines helping disarm the Japanese Army in Peking,China. When he got back to Chicago the Outfit had him run an "errand' in New York City. His Uncle Chaz had a place in the Bronx so it was normal that he holed up with him.
Uncle Chaz had a wooden leg and was running numbers(hobbling along I guess)for the Syndicate in Pelham. That's's where he introduced my dad to the Bull.
My dad was a big Jake LaMotta fan. To hear my father talk about LaMotta,it was like he never lost a fight to Sugar Ray Robinson.My father always talked about Jake's unrelentless style and how he'd play "possum' in the ring and then pour it on.
Whenever my father talked about LaMotta though,I always thought he was describing himself. The point is that LaMotta and my father seemed to have no regrets. Unless it was a disappointment about something they couldn't get away with probably along the lines of something south of the law.
I read LaMotta's ghost written autobiography. When Marty Scorcese read it he was amazed that Jake never showed remorse for nothin'. He had to make the movie. What Scorsese saw in LaMotte was exactly like the story in the book. The word"sorry"was no where in Jake's vocabulary.
Same with my dad. He'd walk right through the freshly planted flowers stomping them all over like nothing happened. It was never his fault. It was the other guy's. I could see how Jake and my dad must have hit it off. When in "grease ball mode" they must have made quite a duo. Something out of Goodfellas. I always thought my dad would have fitted perfectly in one of those Mafie movies,but everytime my dad watched one of those pictures he'd say it was all wrong.
"They would have never said that." Or,"That would have never happened."
My dad would then go on to tell what really would have happened. My dad's story was always better. Maybe because he lived it. LaMotta lived it too. Animals who couldn't recognize their images in the mirror. Must be nice to be that way. You don't have to say you're sorry.
My father got out of the War in '47. He was with the 5th Marines helping disarm the Japanese Army in Peking,China. When he got back to Chicago the Outfit had him run an "errand' in New York City. His Uncle Chaz had a place in the Bronx so it was normal that he holed up with him.
Uncle Chaz had a wooden leg and was running numbers(hobbling along I guess)for the Syndicate in Pelham. That's's where he introduced my dad to the Bull.
My dad was a big Jake LaMotta fan. To hear my father talk about LaMotta,it was like he never lost a fight to Sugar Ray Robinson.My father always talked about Jake's unrelentless style and how he'd play "possum' in the ring and then pour it on.
Whenever my father talked about LaMotta though,I always thought he was describing himself. The point is that LaMotta and my father seemed to have no regrets. Unless it was a disappointment about something they couldn't get away with probably along the lines of something south of the law.
I read LaMotta's ghost written autobiography. When Marty Scorcese read it he was amazed that Jake never showed remorse for nothin'. He had to make the movie. What Scorsese saw in LaMotte was exactly like the story in the book. The word"sorry"was no where in Jake's vocabulary.
Same with my dad. He'd walk right through the freshly planted flowers stomping them all over like nothing happened. It was never his fault. It was the other guy's. I could see how Jake and my dad must have hit it off. When in "grease ball mode" they must have made quite a duo. Something out of Goodfellas. I always thought my dad would have fitted perfectly in one of those Mafie movies,but everytime my dad watched one of those pictures he'd say it was all wrong.
"They would have never said that." Or,"That would have never happened."
My dad would then go on to tell what really would have happened. My dad's story was always better. Maybe because he lived it. LaMotta lived it too. Animals who couldn't recognize their images in the mirror. Must be nice to be that way. You don't have to say you're sorry.







