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kikibalt wrote:

THEHAMMER321 wrote:Speaking of dagos,Frank I read the first 100 pages of this thread and back then you called dagos Diego you must of thought he was Mexican

No, I knew he was a honkie (gabachos), I just didn't know his real name, and since he was from San Diego, what better name than that. Anyway, I think thats how that went down....

HONKIE!!!.Why to an Italian that's blasphemy!!!

dagosd2000 wrote:

THEHAMMER321 wrote:Hi Rog I am Catholic like most of us dagos but I'm with you when it comes to these priests and as far as those mean nuns who pop you on the hand with the ruler they can keep those to

Paulie
I'll tell you a little story. When my mother was around 70 years of age she went to work for the Catholic Community Services in San Diego. She worked under a priest named Father Kraft and a bishop. Well,being a man I always questioned the "celibacy" of these male church officials.My mother thought very highly of the priest she was working for. Then one day she comes home and told my father and I about how Father Kraft was roaming Balboa Park looking for young male runaways. (The Catholic Community Services are close to the park). She told us that the priest( this news did make the papers down here)was keeping a "safe house" with other priests to house these boys.Father Kraft had a boy named Pepe who was a runaway from Mexico City.The priest was so involved with this kid that this Pepe would dangle him on a string as he was having sex with other guys!Father Kraft was heart broken all the time.

In fact one priest was found with his throat slashed on a park bench. The priest told my mother that he was killed ,as he was looking for "chicken porn",in Balboa Park.

Disillusioned,my mother went to the bishop with her knowledge. The bishop told her to leave her job. You see,he was part one of the molesters also.

My father and I felt sorry for my mother. Maybe women really believe that that a man can abstain from sex. Maybe there are some who can.All I can say is that for the life of me is that somehow a man is going to "do it". Either with himself or someone else.

Like the saying"Boys will be boys." In my mother's case it was a man who took a sacred vow and then "did it"with a boy.

This reminds me of the priest and the rabbi,The priest sees a boy and tells the rabbi you think we can screw him the rabbi says outta what

Trainer Bill Slayton on Ken Norton . . .

"Kenny was a guy who needed praise more than anything else. He used to get his butt kicked sparring. The only guy who he beat up sparring was Eddie Jones, who was a light-heavy contender. Eddie sparred with Ali, he sparred with them all, but Kenny always looked good against him. So the last guy I always put in to spar with Kenny was Eddie Jones. That way Kenny would always come out of his workout feeling good."


-Bill Slayton
(In The Corner by Dave Anderson)

Ray Arcel on Trainers . . .

"Years ago the trainer didn't need three or four guys in the corner. He worked himself. All I needed was somebody to help me with the stool and the bucket. Not only me, but every one of the good trainers."

Ray Arcel on Jack Dempsey . . .

"The Dempsey that won the title from Jess Willard in Toledo in 1919. That's the person I remember when people ask me who the greatest heavyweight champion I ever saw. Some young people think that Muhammad Ali is the greatest, but I would never say Ali. I've always said, "Who was better than Dempsey when he knocked out Willard to win the title? Who would have neaten him?" You can go down the list. Joe Louis might have had a chance, maybe Ali would have a chance. Ali was a good boxer."

Rick Farris wrote:Trainer Bill Slayton on Ken Norton . . .

"Kenny was a guy who needed praise more than anything else. He used to get his butt kicked sparring. The only guy who he beat up sparring was Eddie Jones, who was a light-heavy contender. Eddie sparred with Ali, he sparred with them all, but Kenny always looked good against him. So the last guy I always put in to spar with Kenny was Eddie Jones. That way Kenny would always come out of his workout feeling good."


-Bill Slayton
(In The Corner by Dave Anderson)

Kenny kicked my butt

Before Norton had his fight with Ali,Norton seemed the quality of a sparring partner. Some of the guys he beat(and didn't look good against)were no more than sparring partners.After the Ali fight he got better.

I bought this photo of Sugar Ray Robinson and Carl "Bobo" Olson years ago. The caption on the plastic cover has the date as either November 8, 18 or 28, (it's faded) 1955. I checked the boxrec records and there is no such date for them. The two fights listed are December 9, 1955 and May 18, 1956. Anybody know?

Randy

Rick Farris wrote:Ray Arcel on Trainers . . .

"Years ago the trainer didn't need three or four guys in the corner. He worked himself. All I needed was somebody to help me with the stool and the bucket. Not only me, but every one of the good trainers."

That must be one hell of a book you're reading Rick! Arcel is probably my favorite all time trainer. We could use him today.

Randy

Charlie, last year he got busted walking the streets, cost me 300.00 bucks to bail him out, now the sucker has to wear an ankle bracelet, above is his mug shot courtesy of L.A. County jail...

kikibalt wrote:

Charlie, last year he got busted walking the streets, cost me 300.00 bucks to bail him out, now the sucker has to wear an ankle bracelet, below is his mug shot courtesy of L.A. County jail...

do you call him chuck for short no pun intended

THEHAMMER321 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Charlie, last year he got busted walking the streets, cost me 300.00 bucks to bail him out, now the sucker has to wear an ankle bracelet, below is his mug shot courtesy of L.A. County jail...

do you call him chuck for short no pun intended

No I don't, he is just Charlie. Btw he and Rick are good buddys, USC fans and all...

kikibalt wrote:

THEHAMMER321 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Charlie, last year he got busted walking the streets, cost me 300.00 bucks to bail him out, now the sucker has to wear an ankle bracelet, below is his mug shot courtesy of L.A. County jail...

do you call him chuck for short no pun intended

No I don't, he is just Charlie. Btw he and Rick are good buddys, USC fans and all...

Charlie and I are homies. No "Chuck", no "Carlos", no "Charles", just Charlie
In the yard, on the street, in the pound or in the joint, Charlie is "Primera"
Vatos, Woods, Blacks, Mutts, not to mention Bruins & Buckeyes. . . all to Charlie.

kikibalt wrote:

Charlie, last year he got busted walking the streets, cost me 300.00 bucks to bail him out, now the sucker has to wear an ankle bracelet, below is his mug shot courtesy of L.A. County jail...

Frank . . . Charlie is wearing his "game face". No weakness . . . don't mess with Charlie.
Just hours into his sentence at the pound, he'd organized the Pit Bulls, the Rotts and the Dobies.
Within the hours, the German Sheppards followed the others into Charlie's crew.
Charlie was the "shot caller", but he had his buffers, walked out clean as the board of health.

THE OFF RAMP

A couple of weeks ago I'm driving back from work in the rain. It's around 4 o'clock when I get to the off ramp to get to the street that goes up to my place. There's a light at the top of the off ramp. It was red when I got there. Usually there's this same homeless guy standing with his sign on the curb on the driver's side. However on that day,on my right,was this girl sitting against the embankment. She looked to be around 20 or so. The rain had matted her hair. Her clothes were dirty and she was slumped over a little. Her eyes were looking away. She held a sign that read:"Car broke down. Need money to fix it."

But what really got my attention was a little dog sitting on her lap. He looked like a little black and white terrier. I looked at the girl and could tell she was out of it,but the dog looked at me with this little face that showed defiance with a touch of curiosity.His eyes went through me. Like he was trying to express to me that he was her protector and what is your intentions before you get too close.

My gut said to get out of the car and help,but she was on the passenger side and the window was rolled up. The light turned green.I went ahead. As I was driving home I couldn't get that picture of the girl with her dog out of my mind. The next day driving home I came up that off ramp again. No one was there.The girl was gone and so was the little dog.

Everyday after work I take that same route home. I'm hoping that the girl and the dog will be there. I'll know what to do this time. I'll get out of my car and help them,but I know I'll never see them again.

That girl looked destitute,but her dog looked proud and at home.He was ready to take control of matters. He was with someone he loved. He was her protector.

Maybe I'm reading to much into this. They say dogs don't think beyond very basic and simple terms. If you ask a dog to "get the ball",he'll do it. But ask the dog to "get the ball after I eat dinner" ,and he won't comprehend that. He would just get the ball right away.

But I don't buy the fact that dogs can't think beyond the basic stuff. Seeing that girl slouched over in the rain,incoherent with her little dog. Her protector. The dog understood. So did that girl. I didn't help her out that day,but her best friend did. Tell me who's the better?

Randyman wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Ray Arcel on Trainers . . .

"Years ago the trainer didn't need three or four guys in the corner. He worked himself. All I needed was somebody to help me with the stool and the bucket. Not only me, but every one of the good trainers."

That must be one hell of a book you're reading Rick! Arcel is probably my favorite all time trainer. We could use him today.

Randy

Randy . . . It is a "helluva book", one I've read in the past, and just now reviewing and enjoying.
I won't attempt to reprint the book here, but occasionally I'll read something that had impressed me before, things that we who post here all understand. Things that truly define the reality of boxing and boxers. I find these little quotes, or insights relavent to boxing as we know it. They are so real, things that non-boxing people can't quite grasp or understand.
I believe that people complicate boxing, try to make more of something that what it really is, or suggest that it is a "recent invention". There is nothing new in boxing, aside a new sense of cowardess in nature of contemporary humanity. But there are no new lessons, nothing better, a lot worse, just a need to somehow uncover lessons of the past, things that died with Arcel, and McCoy, and Blackburn, Goldman, etc. Freddie Roach is the best today, and I respect him as a guy kinda like the modern day version of Jackie McCoy. I sense that about Freddie Roach. I can't say the same for others. Lotta BS! Freddie is a regular guy, who paid his dues. Smart, decent nature. Just my opinion. He really is "old school", he grew up in boxing like the Baltazar boys, on the other side of the country.

Ray Arcel on Ezzard Charles . . .

"Traveling with Ezzard Charles was a problem. In 1951 he was the heavyweight champion of the world. The year before he had outpointed Joe Louis for the vacated title and now he's going to box Joey Maxim in Chicago. Jim Norris was the promoter and he told me, "I own the Western Hotel. Go over there and make arrangements for your entire group." We had sparring partners, hero-worshippers, hangers-on. I don't know if Ezzard got that from Sugar Ray Robinson or who, but he always traveled with about ten guys."

"The whole group of us walked into the Western Hotel, and then I walked over to talk to the manager,he said, "We don't allow any nigg_rs in this hotel."

I said, "Do you own the hotel?" He said, "I run the hotel." I said, "I thought Jim Norris was the boss of this hotel. Let's call Jim on the phone. He gets Jim on the phone and I said, "Jim, I'm over at the Western Hotel but the manager says he doesn't allow nigg_rs in the hotel." Jim said, "Put him on." When the manager got on, I could hear Jim tell him, "You give them anything they want." That's all I had to hear. After the manager got off the phone, I told him, "I don't want anybody allowed down the corridor from where our rooms are. I want to be able to order from the kitchen what any of us want to eat." We never had a problem and Charles won the fight."

-Ray Arcel

Ray Arcel on Fear . . .

"Most fighters know some fear. I don't mean they are afraid to fight, but they're a little nervous about it. If you get in a fight on the street, you don't have time to get nervous. But when you are booked for a fight a month in advance, you don't go to bed alone. Any guy who was booked to fight Joe Louis went to bed with Joe Louis on his mind every night. Unless you're that rare human being who can develop a feeling of superiority in your own mind and know that you will take care of the job, you're going to be nervous. When some guys went into the ring, they were petrified. Nervous tension. But because they were so nervous, some of them fought their bravest fights."

-Ray Arcel

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

THEHAMMER321 wrote: do you call him chuck for short no pun intended

No I don't, he is just Charlie. Btw he and Rick are good buddys, USC fans and all...

Charlie and I are homies. No "Chuck", no "Carlos", no "Charles", just Charlie
In the yard, on the street, in the pound or in the joint, Charlie is "Primera"
Vatos, Woods, Blacks, Mutts, not to mention Bruins & Buckeyes. . . all to Charlie.

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Charlie, last year he got busted walking the streets, cost me 300.00 bucks to bail him out, now the sucker has to wear an ankle bracelet, below is his mug shot courtesy of L.A. County jail...

Frank . . . Charlie is wearing his "game face". No weakness . . . don't mess with Charlie.
Just hours into his sentence at the pound, he'd organized the Pit Bulls, the Rotts and the Dobies.
Within the hours, the German Sheppards followed the others into Charlie's crew.
Charlie was the "shot caller", but he had his buffers, walked out clean as the board of health.

No chinages with me!

dagosd2000 wrote:THE OFF RAMP

A couple of weeks ago I'm driving back from work in the rain. It's around 4 o'clock when I get to the off ramp to get to the street that goes up to my place. There's a light at the top of the off ramp. It was red when I got there. Usually there's this same homeless guy standing with his sign on the curb on the driver's side. However on that day,on my right,was this girl sitting against the embankment. She looked to be around 20 or so. The rain had matted her hair. Her clothes were dirty and she was slumped over a little. Her eyes were looking away. She held a sign that read:"Car broke down. Need money to fix it."

But what really got my attention was a little dog sitting on her lap. He looked like a little black and white terrier. I looked at the girl and could tell she was out of it,but the dog looked at me with this little face that showed defiance with a touch of curiosity.His eyes went through me. Like he was trying to express to me that he was her protector and what is your intentions before you get too close.

My gut said to get out of the car and help,but she was on the passenger side and the window was rolled up. The light turned green.I went ahead. As I was driving home I couldn't get that picture of the girl with her dog out of my mind. The next day driving home I came up that off ramp again. No one was there.The girl was gone and so was the little dog.

Everyday after work I take that same route home. I'm hoping that the girl and the dog will be there. I'll know what to do this time. I'll get out of my car and help them,but I know I'll never see them again.

That girl looked destitute,but her dog looked proud and at home.He was ready to take control of matters. He was with someone he loved. He was her protector.

Maybe I'm reading to much into this. They say dogs don't think beyond very basic and simple terms. If you ask a dog to "get the ball",he'll do it. But ask the dog to "get the ball after I eat dinner" ,and he won't comprehend that. He would just get the ball right away.

But I don't buy the fact that dogs can't think beyond the basic stuff. Seeing that girl slouched over in the rain,incoherent with her little dog. Her protector. The dog understood. So did that girl. I didn't help her out that day,but her best friend did. Tell me who's the better?

Randyman wrote:

I bought this photo of Sugar Ray Robinson and Carl "Bobo" Olson years ago. The caption on the plastic cover has the date as either November 8, 18 or 28, (it's faded) 1955. I checked the boxrec records and there is no such date for them. The two fights listed are December 9, 1955 and May 18, 1956. Anybody know?

Randy

It's the fight where Ray wins early, two rounds I think.

Jack Dempsey's Joint

dagosd2000 wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Trainer Bill Slayton on Ken Norton . . .

"Kenny was a guy who needed praise more than anything else. He used to get his butt kicked sparring. The only guy who he beat up sparring was Eddie Jones, who was a light-heavy contender. Eddie sparred with Ali, he sparred with them all, but Kenny always looked good against him. So the last guy I always put in to spar with Kenny was Eddie Jones. That way Kenny would always come out of his workout feeling good."


-Bill Slayton
(In The Corner by Dave Anderson)

Kenny kicked my butt

I know the feeling

Hi good morning all cawcb fans I always heard that Referee Richard Steele was on an armed forces boxing team maybe Navy I see in boxrec.com he fought all or most of his pro fights at the Olympic 1966-1970 was the years he fought,He has lived and worked here in Las Vegas as a pit boss for the last 25 years anybody know much about his amateur or pro career