Wildhawke11 wrote:Frank
Rick will come back and think, i go away for a couple of days and the FXXXXXG thread goes to bits. Shall we ban him
I haven't gone anywhere, I'm always in touch with this thread.
And this thread is leading to something I will not speak of at the moment.
But it's something good, real good. Good for all of us who have built this thread.
More will be revealed in the future.
Aside from that . . .
As Chairman of the World Boxing Hall of Fame Selection Commitee, I believe that every regular poster on this thread, should have a say in who gets inducted into the World Boxing Hall of Fame. You know who you are, the ones who I named to receive a disc of the "first year" of the Classic American West Coast Boxing. Armando Muniz and I will include the names of Frank Baltazar & Tom Ray on the WBHOF "Selection Commitee". I know that at least one of you are already are on the Selection Commitee. As a commitee member, we send you a ballot and you'll be able to vote for your favorites. This also gives you the right to submit your own choices for nomination in future WBHOF inductions. Bennie would give the U.K. another voice, and there is Roger, Randy, Pug, and Bruce.
This gives YOU a voice, and a vote. We are not passing out memberships, you are the only new selection commitee members that will be added this year- Our Boxrec "regulars". My E-Mail is: [email protected]
Just E-mail me if you want to be a member of the "new" World Boxing Hall of Fame Selection Commitee
The collective knowledge of this thread is educating the boxing community, your experience is needed in determining which boxers are to be immortalized.
-Rick Farris
I am practically speechless, Rick. (Lawyers are never speechless - practically is as close as we come.) Thank you and Mando for selecting me as a member of the committee. Thank you for honoring me in this way. This means more to me than you could ever know.
The "mouthpiece" speechless? don't believe that....
Guys I just heard some incredibly bad news. 4 months after Kevin Finnegan passed away, his brother Chris just passed. Bennie, Danny, Boxbuzz, can you guys give us more info?
Expug wrote:Thank you Rick.Im honored you thought of me.
I have some catching up to do here on the thread. Ive been ridiculously busy lately.
I hope everyones doing well.Im pleased Rick and Rog got through their surgeries ok.
Wildhawke11 wrote:Frank
Rick will come back and think, i go away for a couple of days and the FXXXXXG thread goes to bits. Shall we ban him
I haven't gone anywhere, I'm always in touch with this thread.
And this thread is leading to something I will not speak of at the moment.
But it's something good, real good. Good for all of us who have built this thread.
More will be revealed in the future.
Aside from that . . .
As Chairman of the World Boxing Hall of Fame Selection Commitee, I believe that every regular poster on this thread, should have a say in who gets inducted into the World Boxing Hall of Fame. You know who you are, the ones who I named to receive a disc of the "first year" of the Classic American West Coast Boxing. Armando Muniz and I will include the names of Frank Baltazar & Tom Ray on the WBHOF "Selection Commitee". I know that at least one of you are already are on the Selection Commitee. As a commitee member, we send you a ballot and you'll be able to vote for your favorites. This also gives you the right to submit your own choices for nomination in future WBHOF inductions. Bennie would give the U.K. another voice, and there is Roger, Randy, Pug, and Bruce.
This gives YOU a voice, and a vote. We are not passing out memberships, you are the only new selection commitee members that will be added this year- Our Boxrec "regulars". My E-Mail is: [email protected]
Just E-mail me if you want to be a member of the "new" World Boxing Hall of Fame Selection Commitee
The collective knowledge of this thread is educating the boxing community, your experience is needed in determining which boxers are to be immortalized.
-Rick Farris
Rick
Thanks for thinking of me to be on the selection commitee. It would be one of the honors of my life. Your amigo,Rog
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Expug wrote:Thank you Rick.Im honored you thought of me.
I have some catching up to do here on the thread. Ive been ridiculously busy lately.
I hope everyones doing well.Im pleased Rick and Rog got through their surgeries ok.
Thank you, Brian.
Brian
I second the gratitude shared by Rick. For 51 years I've always had some sort of lenses in my eyes. Today I'm not wearing glasses or contacts. I've never seen better in my life. Thanks again. Rog
scartissue wrote:Guys I just heard some incredibly bad news. 4 months after Kevin Finnegan passed away, his brother Chris just passed. Bennie, Danny, Boxbuzz, can you guys give us more info?
Jai Lai is a game somewhat like handball ,but the players use a "sesta" instead of smacking the ball with their hands. The"sesta"is a small basket that the Jai Lai players wrap around their striking hand. The Fronton Palacio in Tijuana featured some of the best Jai Lai in the world. Problem was none of the matches were on the level.
It had to be one of the easiest games to fix that I've ever seen.For the gamblers to reach the players was an easy mark. I used to know a fighter in Tijuana who was hooked betting on the sport.The guy's name was Vega. Forgot the first moniker. He was an average fighter. Prelimer who was on a lot of the undercards in Tijuana. But if he got his hands on any money ,he'd be wagering it away at the Fronton.
I used to tell him that the games were rigged. The gamblers who controlled it would look at the odds and see where the money was being put down. Then they'd tell the players before they walked onto the court who was gonna' win. How did I know? My father was in on it.
If the odds were a little long,that was the guy who'd win. I'd see these guys make unbelievable shots,and then miss an easy one. Sometimes it really looked bad. Obvious as hell.
The thing with Vega was he was always trying to figure out how the games were being tampered with. I'd tell him to go play the dogs at the race track. Those races were a little funny also,but you never know what goes on inside an animal's head.
Vega never backed off. He must have lost every night. The Fronton Palacio was in the middle Ravolution Street. It was back in the day when most of neon lights were flashing above the cantinas . The Blue Fox and The Chicago Club. And my old stand by,The Boom Boom.
I mentioned the cantinas bacause along with my buddy Vega,i'd see a fair amount of the girls who worked in those clubs gambling their trick money away. Oh what the hell. Fighters. Hookers. Me. All the suckers who frequented the Fronton Palacio. Those were some good 'ol times.
Rick
Have to agree with all you said early on. I remember a long way back you telling me what a nice man Armando Muniz was, and how highly you regard him. Way to go Rick. With a good team behind you, you cant go wrong. Anyway thanks for the welcome. Now back to our beloved fight game.
Cheers Rick
Your Friend Danny
Wildhawke11 wrote:Rick
Have to agree with all you said early on. I remember a long way back you telling me what a nice man Armando Muniz was, and how highly you regard him. Way to go Rick. With a good team behind you, you cant go wrong. Anyway thanks for the welcome. Now back to our beloved fight game.
Cheers Rick
Your Friend Danny
Expug wrote:Thank you Rick.Im honored you thought of me.
I have some catching up to do here on the thread. Ive been ridiculously busy lately.
I hope everyones doing well.Im pleased Rick and Rog got through their surgeries ok.
Thank you, Brian.
Brian
I second the gratitude shared by Rick. For 51 years I've always had some sort of lenses in my eyes. Today I'm not wearing glasses or contacts. I've never seen better in my life. Thanks again. Rog
I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for
$14.95.
Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.
I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.
And that's when the fight started.....
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'
He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?'
'Nah, she can order for herself.'
And that's when the fight started.....
Tom
Was your friend's name Henny Youngman?
HA! This poor fellow suffered a disabling back injury a few years back and he can't work. He spends a lot of time on the internet and frequently sends stuff like this to me. If you like it, I'll post some more when I get it. I've known this guy since we were in grade school.
scartissue wrote:Guys I just heard some incredibly bad news. 4 months after Kevin Finnegan passed away, his brother Chris just passed. Bennie, Danny, Boxbuzz, can you guys give us more info?
Chris could really fight. He gave Conteh harder battles than people remember, and Mickey Duff said of both him and Kevin: "The Finnegan brothers were undoubtedly gifted."
Coming from Duff, that is praise indeed.
Former British, Commonwealth and European light-heavyweight champion Chris Finnegan has died in hospital of pneumonia - just four months after his younger brother Kevin was found dead at the relatively young age of 60.
Chris, 64, a brave, talented, beautifully balanced southpaw from Buckinghamshire and above all a big man with a big personality, also struck Olympic gold from a field packed with middleweight talent in Mexico City in 1968, bettering the likes of Mate Parlov, American Al Jones and the fancied Aleksey Kiselyov of the old Soviet Union to do so, among others, and quickly grew into a natural light-heavyweight.
Not a puncher and always likely to spill the claret (there was a fair amount of Guinness spilling too), Chris knew more than anyone he needed to adapt his clever, counterpunching style to the pro scene and, under the guidance of London trainer Freddie Hill and manager Sam Burns, fought on dinner shows and even overseas (both, shades of Ken Buchanan) as he evolved into an aggressive menace of a fighter still able to pick off rivals between rucks and willing to do so with anyone.
Kevin had his three wars with Alan Minter and two with someone called Marvin Hagler (Hagler later described Kevin as "The toughest man I ever fought."); Chris, by now a popular figure at the big London venues, mixed it with the vicious John Conteh twice (Matthew Saad Muhammad was the only other man brave enough to tackle Conteh twice) and the magnificent Bob Foster in a magnificent crack at the undisputed world light-heavyweight title in 1972 at Wembley. Foster routinely took out heavyweights (and spilled Ali's blood), half-killed most light-heavyweights (Dick Tiger, Vicente Rondon, poor Mike Quarry...) and would have wiped out someone like Joe Calzaghe in less than three rounds, if you forgive my nostalgic swipe at today's fighters versus those of the past, but I do not exaggerate with Foster. To continue, Bob was one of those fighters who, like Joe Louis and Mike Tyson, licked most of his opponents before they had even left the dressing room. However, fearless Chris got stuck into the giant American and kept punching and punching until weariness, more than anything, enabled Foster to nail him in the 14th round and finish it with his usual one punch. Ring magazine voted it Fight of 1972.
Chris later said that fighting Foster was like fighting someone with a loaded gun. He liked to recall his encounter with a scary George Foreman in Mexico City, where George, who also won the gold, and on the prompting of team-mate Al Jones, attempted to intimidate Chris. He simply found himself sneering at a happy-go-lucky, loveable Engish rogue, impossible to intimidate, impossible to dispirit.
Finnegan proceeded to thrash Jones, while Foreman never fought a British man as a pro.
Conteh, by the way, outscored Chris over 15 competitive rounds at Wembley in 1973, then butted him out of the rematch in six rounds a year later. Chris saw more of Conteh's head than any wedding photographer. He jokingly labelled the Scouser "ol' pickle head". As for Finnegan's relationship with trainer Hill, it almost echoed that of the fighter's marriage to the bubbly, tiny, glamorous Cheryl: they argued and argued, cared and cared and simply lived life as it should be lived - spontaneously.
Chris was determined never to return to the hod-carrying world fom whence he came and when Reading's Johnny Frankham outpointed him for the British title in 1975 it looked like the beginning of the end for the ageing Finnegan but he shrugged off an underdog tag to win back the title in fine style just four months later but eye problems were really affecting him by this time (he wound up with a glass eye and once gave me a fatherly, kindly smike, glass eye clearly visible) and the Frankham win proved to be his last ring appearance.
Chris made a living in the pub trade for years after that, Cheryl and Hill now long-departed. Chris could really fight, you know. He gave Foster and Conteh harder battles than most people remember and won his Olympic gold at serious altitude.
Mickey Duff wrote of Chris and Kevin: "The Finnegan brothers were undoubtedly gifted."
Coming from the rather ungenerous Duff, that is praise indeed.
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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for
$14.95.
Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95.
I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream.
And that's when the fight started.....
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
'I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.'
He said, 'Aren't you worried about the mad cow?'
'Nah, she can order for herself.'
And that's when the fight started.....
Tom
Was your friend's name Henny Youngman?
HA! This poor fellow suffered a disabling back injury a few years back and he can't work. He spends a lot of time on the internet and frequently sends stuff like this to me. If you like it, I'll post some more when I get it. I've known this guy since we were in grade school.
Tom
Sure. It's stuff like this that keeps you laughing...especially in these tough economic times.
