Dago,
I think it is a great idea that we get together in San Diego. We can make arrangements if you send your e-mail or your phone number to my message center on box.rec. Barbara and I go to San Diego frequently. In fact we went that way today and continued all the way out to Campo. I am looking forward to seeing the portrait that you painted of myself very soon.
Elmersalsa,
You asked about Carlos Palomino some time ago. Being that he was my stablemate for several years I got to know him very well. We are still good friends and I was with him in Los Angeles this past week. We will be filming a television commercial together probably this coming week. He is a very nice person with an out going personality. Also right now he is training a fighter who is the #1 amatuer lightweight in the country.
El Gato
Classic American West Coast Boxing
By the way, I just discovered way back on Page 23 there is a picture of me and someone falling down in a corner of the ring. That someone is not Jimmy Robertson. It is RUBEN NAVARRO. That night was July 31, 1972 and it took place at the Anaheim Convention Center. What happened is that he threw me a right hand punch and missed me because I ducked under. He was off balance and pushed me and we both fell down.
Bennie,
I can tell you about Chango Carmona. He is doing well but a little heavier these days, probably close to 200 lbs. In 2006, I was asked to present him with a championship belt at one of the Ken Thompson Boxing Promotions. The WBC had never given him a belt after I took the title from him on Nov. 10, 1972 and took his belt too. He lives here in California in the San Fernando Valley. I have seen him several times in the past few years at boxing banquets.
Scar,
You asked about the picture of me and Jerry Stokes. Well, that picture was taken about October 14, 1973. He was my sparring partner for my fight against Antonio Puddu which took place on October 27 at the Sports Arena in Los Angeles. Jerry Stokes was one of the fastest sparring partners I ever boxed with. By the time I threw 2 punches, he would come back with 7 in return. I have lost track of him. Do you or does anyone know where he is today and how he is doing?
I have one last question to answer---
Raylawpc,
Am I keeping in shape???
Well, I am 167 lbs, and still very active. Several times a week I go to the beach to walk and run up and down the beach stairs. And daily I lift my weights for about 10 minutes. As for diet I try to eat reasonably, mostly fresh foods without preservatives and few sweets. Barbara always makes me a nutritious breakfast every morning and I take daily vitamins. I have a good lunch and a small dinner. I avoid sodas and drink mostly water. I feel good except I throw my back out now and then.
El Gato
Bennie,
I can tell you about Chango Carmona. He is doing well but a little heavier these days, probably close to 200 lbs. In 2006, I was asked to present him with a championship belt at one of the Ken Thompson Boxing Promotions. The WBC had never given him a belt after I took the title from him on Nov. 10, 1972 and took his belt too. He lives here in California in the San Fernando Valley. I have seen him several times in the past few years at boxing banquets.
Scar,
You asked about the picture of me and Jerry Stokes. Well, that picture was taken about October 14, 1973. He was my sparring partner for my fight against Antonio Puddu which took place on October 27 at the Sports Arena in Los Angeles. Jerry Stokes was one of the fastest sparring partners I ever boxed with. By the time I threw 2 punches, he would come back with 7 in return. I have lost track of him. Do you or does anyone know where he is today and how he is doing?
I have one last question to answer---
Raylawpc,
Am I keeping in shape???
Well, I am 167 lbs, and still very active. Several times a week I go to the beach to walk and run up and down the beach stairs. And daily I lift my weights for about 10 minutes. As for diet I try to eat reasonably, mostly fresh foods without preservatives and few sweets. Barbara always makes me a nutritious breakfast every morning and I take daily vitamins. I have a good lunch and a small dinner. I avoid sodas and drink mostly water. I feel good except I throw my back out now and then.
El Gato
I kind of guessed you were fishing, Frankie. Regrettably, the tape was not mine. It belongs to a guy who occasionally posts on here as Mighty Warrior.kikibalt wrote:Bennie,bennie wrote:On tape. We don't get many live fights in the UK, especially in this cringe-inducing PC age. I remember the ring collapsing afterwards when Pintor's fans (he was always a massive draw) clambered on to it after their man's surprise win.kikibalt wrote: Bennie,
Did you see that fight live?
You know that I have never seen the Pintor/Meza fight.
I will email him for you.
Startling (quite funny, too); Meza looked like such a gent and tremendously confident for a fight nobody expected him to win. He walked over and shook hands with Garza before they were announced, almost as if HE were the champ. Garza was bouncing up and down but did reciprocate.scartissue wrote:I was at a press conference a couple of years back where Bennie Georgino was being feted and he told a story of the Garza-Meza bout. He as manager/trainer of Garza attended the pre-fight press luncheon for last minute publicity shots and weigh-in and when Garza and Meza shook hands Meza proceeded to tell Garza very explicitly what he intended to do to Garza's mother after the fight and quite obviously they had to be separated with Garza going after him. Garza then went outside and threw up. Of course the plan worked. First round Garza decks Meza and Georgino said they were screaming at him to take his time, but his ire was up and he went tearing wildly to take Meza's head off. Garza was like Bob Satterfield or Ricardo Moreno. Great punch, no jaw and a counter-punchers dream, which of course, is exactly what happened.bennie wrote:Meza was old school. He learned from his defeat to the great Wilfredo Gomez and proved way too sharp for a wild-swinging Jaime Garza in his next crack. Unfortunately, Meza then ran out of gas against Pintor in defence of his title in the high altitude of Mexico City. It was horrible to see him staggering around in the later rounds that night.kikibalt wrote:
Scartissue
You could see Jaime was pumped up.
Thank you very much, Rodolfo.El Gato wrote:By the way, I just discovered way back on Page 23 there is a picture of me and someone falling down in a corner of the ring. That someone is not Jimmy Robertson. It is RUBEN NAVARRO. That night was July 31, 1972 and it took place at the Anaheim Convention Center. What happened is that he threw me a right hand punch and missed me because I ducked under. He was off balance and pushed me and we both fell down.
Bennie,
I can tell you about Chango Carmona. He is doing well but a little heavier these days, probably close to 200 lbs. In 2006, I was asked to present him with a championship belt at one of the Ken Thompson Boxing Promotions. The WBC had never given him a belt after I took the title from him on Nov. 10, 1972 and took his belt too. He lives here in California in the San Fernando Valley. I have seen him several times in the past few years at boxing banquets.
Scar,
You asked about the picture of me and Jerry Stokes. Well, that picture was taken about October 14, 1973. He was my sparring partner for my fight against Antonio Puddu which took place on October 27 at the Sports Arena in Los Angeles. Jerry Stokes was one of the fastest sparring partners I ever boxed with. By the time I threw 2 punches, he would come back with 7 in return. I have lost track of him. Do you or does anyone know where he is today and how he is doing?
I have one last question to answer---
Raylawpc,
Am I keeping in shape???
Well, I am 167 lbs, and still very active. Several times a week I go to the beach to walk and run up and down the beach stairs. And daily I lift my weights for about 10 minutes. As for diet I try to eat reasonably, mostly fresh foods without preservatives and few sweets. Barbara always makes me a nutritious breakfast every morning and I take daily vitamins. I have a good lunch and a small dinner. I avoid sodas and drink mostly water. I feel good except I throw my back out now and then.
El Gato
Bennie,bennie wrote:I kind of guessed you were fishing, Frankie. Regrettably, the tape was not mine. It belongs to a guy who occasionally posts on here as Mighty Warrior.kikibalt wrote:Bennie,bennie wrote: On tape. We don't get many live fights in the UK, especially in this cringe-inducing PC age. I remember the ring collapsing afterwards when Pintor's fans (he was always a massive draw) clambered on to it after their man's surprise win.
You know that I have never seen the Pintor/Meza fight.
I will email him for you.
I wasn't looking to get a tape at all, I just made the comment that I have never seen the fight, thats all.
Well, it's worth a pm at least, Frankie, which I've done. Duarte looks like Mike Tyson in those clips and the first victim looks like Jesus Salud. I would rate that as probably Frankie's best win. Salud went on win the world super-bantamweight title, a title he never lost in the ring. I also recognise Ron Cisneros and Jose Torres, two men who fought Charlie Magri over here (Torres, twice). Magri said Torres spent most of the two fights cursing him.
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Thanks champ.El Gato wrote:Raylawpc,
Am I keeping in shape???
Well, I am 167 lbs, and still very active. Several times a week I go to the beach to walk and run up and down the beach stairs. And daily I lift my weights for about 10 minutes. As for diet I try to eat reasonably, mostly fresh foods without preservatives and few sweets. Barbara always makes me a nutritious breakfast every morning and I take daily vitamins. I have a good lunch and a small dinner. I avoid sodas and drink mostly water. I feel good except I throw my back out now and then.
El Gato
Robby,Boxingnut wrote:Hello all, back online after some internet problems. Does anyone remember the Madrid brothers? From what I remember another, younger brother, Alex came along so in the mid-80's there actually three of them fighting at the same time. I think they all fought out of Sylmar??kikibalt wrote:
Welcome back, yes the Madrid brothers fought out of Sylmar, I don't remember anything about Alex though.
According to Boxrec, Alex's record was 11-4-1 (5).kikibalt wrote:Robby,Boxingnut wrote:Hello all, back online after some internet problems. Does anyone remember the Madrid brothers? From what I remember another, younger brother, Alex came along so in the mid-80's there actually three of them fighting at the same time. I think they all fought out of Sylmar??kikibalt wrote:
Welcome back, yes the Madrid brothers fought out of Sylmar, I don't remember anything about Alex though.
I remember when Edy Williams would show up at the Olympic on fight nite and she would take her top off with nothing to cover her boobs, she did that until Aileen Eaton told her that if she did that again, that she (Aileen Eaton herself) would beat the shit out off her, an I'm sure she could have done it too.
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[quote="El Gato"]Dago,
I think it is a great idea that we get together in San Diego. We can make arrangements if you send your e-mail or your phone number to my message center on box.rec. Barbara and I go to San Diego frequently. In fact we went that way today and continued all the way out to Campo. I am looking forward to seeing the portrait that you painted of myself very soon.
Gato
Check your PM
I think it is a great idea that we get together in San Diego. We can make arrangements if you send your e-mail or your phone number to my message center on box.rec. Barbara and I go to San Diego frequently. In fact we went that way today and continued all the way out to Campo. I am looking forward to seeing the portrait that you painted of myself very soon.
Gato
Check your PM
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CINCO DE MAYO
Me and the wife got married on the 12th of April. I was pullin' in a hefty 72 dollars a week running the garden shop at Two Guys Department Store on Rosecrans Street in San Diego. So it was taking up residence in Tijuana if I was going to make ends meet. We didn't exactly live in a penthouse,but because the shack we lived in was so run down,me and the wife named the place"The Penthouse." One small room with a bed and a chair. A light bulb hung down from the ceiling. Later I bought a 10 inch black and white TV that I put on the chair to bring up the equity to the property
Well I remember working a little overtime that week and Cinco de Mayo was around the corner,so I promised I'd take the wife out for Chinese food to commemorate the evening. The road that was in the canyon outside our "Penthouse" was dirt. Bumpy,rocky,and full of dips and holes. My wife had broken the heel on her dress shoes,and she wanted me to walk with her to the shoe repairman to get the heel fixed.
My wife led me down the hill into a ravine.
"Donde vamos?"(Where are we going?),I asked my wife.
She said the shoe repairman was at the bottom of the ravine. I couldn't make sense at what she was getting at. I saw what looked like a wrecked abondoned car in a ditch.
"Ya llegamos"(we've arrived),said my wife.
As we walked closer to the car,I noticed an old man with a shoe in one hand and a little hammer in the the other hand. He looked up at us. When he noticed my wife,he smiled. There was a mutt of a dog sleeping next to the car.
"Maria,como estas milagro!?"
My wife started to laugh and greeted the old man with an abrazo. My wife always laughed when she greeted someone she liked. I looked inside the car. In the back ,where the seat had been removed, was a big pile of shoes and some clothes. I asked my wife later,and she told me this where the old man worked and lived.
The old man's name was Mario. My wife didn't know how long Mario had been repairing shoes in that car in that ditch,but he seemed to get a steady business of repeat customers. Mario said he could put the heel back on my wife's shoe after he put a sole on someone else's shoe. He told us to come back in an hour. When we returned the heel had been put back on and Mario held his head up as he handed the fixed shoe to my wife. I forget what he charged,but I think it was a dollar.
As we were getting ready to go out to eat at the Chinese restaurant,I said to my wife that I felt sorry for Mario having to work like that out of an abandoned car. My wife said that Mario was happy and had a good business and that his dog kept him company. She thought I was a little foolish worrying about him. We ate Chinese food on Cinco de Mayo and then stopped at the the little bar on the corner for a drink. We got back to "The Penthouse" and went to bed. As I was trying to fall asleep,I stared up at the ceiling. I thought my wife was probably right about Mario. Guys like him make the most of what they have and don't sweat the little stuff.
About a week later when I was driving to Tijuana from work,I heard on the radio about a big storm that was going to hit full force in the area. Well it rained real hard for about three days. So hard I couldn't drive my car out of that muddy flooded canyon to go to work. After the rain stopped the neighborhood was a disaster. Trash and garbage all over the place. Mud slldes,dead dogs,cars that had slid down into the canyon from up above,houses off their foundations and houses hanging half off the sides of cliffs. After things dried up a bit,I thought about Mario and whether he survived the storm. I walked carefully into the ravine. Water was still trickling into the gully where his car was. I saw his car at the end of the ditch. The force of the water had moved it back about 100 feet. There were no shoes or clothes in the car. Mario was gone too. So was the dog. No one in the neighborhood seemed to know what happened to Mario. After the storm,I guess everybody was busy looking after themselves and their families.
About 10 years later,me and the wife had moved to San Diego and things were on the upswing. I had gotten my degree and had landed a job teaching school. It was Spring Break,and I decided that me and the wife would take a little holiday in Mazatlan. We were driving to the Tijuana Airport when I told my wife that I had to pull the car over to the side because of a nature call. As I was relieving myself on the side of this cliff,I peered at the bottom of the canyon and saw an old man sitting inside this beat up old car. It was Mario! I couldn't believe it. He had a shoe in his hand. Shoes and clothes were piled in the back just like before, He was talking to a woman and a little boy. He was too far away to hear me if I shouted,and besides we had to catch the plane. I told my wife that I had seen Mario. He must have made it out of that storm OK,and now he was back in business again. My wife was happy. She was happy that everything was the same for him.
"Well not everything",I said."He's got another dog."
Me and the wife got married on the 12th of April. I was pullin' in a hefty 72 dollars a week running the garden shop at Two Guys Department Store on Rosecrans Street in San Diego. So it was taking up residence in Tijuana if I was going to make ends meet. We didn't exactly live in a penthouse,but because the shack we lived in was so run down,me and the wife named the place"The Penthouse." One small room with a bed and a chair. A light bulb hung down from the ceiling. Later I bought a 10 inch black and white TV that I put on the chair to bring up the equity to the property
Well I remember working a little overtime that week and Cinco de Mayo was around the corner,so I promised I'd take the wife out for Chinese food to commemorate the evening. The road that was in the canyon outside our "Penthouse" was dirt. Bumpy,rocky,and full of dips and holes. My wife had broken the heel on her dress shoes,and she wanted me to walk with her to the shoe repairman to get the heel fixed.
My wife led me down the hill into a ravine.
"Donde vamos?"(Where are we going?),I asked my wife.
She said the shoe repairman was at the bottom of the ravine. I couldn't make sense at what she was getting at. I saw what looked like a wrecked abondoned car in a ditch.
"Ya llegamos"(we've arrived),said my wife.
As we walked closer to the car,I noticed an old man with a shoe in one hand and a little hammer in the the other hand. He looked up at us. When he noticed my wife,he smiled. There was a mutt of a dog sleeping next to the car.
"Maria,como estas milagro!?"
My wife started to laugh and greeted the old man with an abrazo. My wife always laughed when she greeted someone she liked. I looked inside the car. In the back ,where the seat had been removed, was a big pile of shoes and some clothes. I asked my wife later,and she told me this where the old man worked and lived.
The old man's name was Mario. My wife didn't know how long Mario had been repairing shoes in that car in that ditch,but he seemed to get a steady business of repeat customers. Mario said he could put the heel back on my wife's shoe after he put a sole on someone else's shoe. He told us to come back in an hour. When we returned the heel had been put back on and Mario held his head up as he handed the fixed shoe to my wife. I forget what he charged,but I think it was a dollar.
As we were getting ready to go out to eat at the Chinese restaurant,I said to my wife that I felt sorry for Mario having to work like that out of an abandoned car. My wife said that Mario was happy and had a good business and that his dog kept him company. She thought I was a little foolish worrying about him. We ate Chinese food on Cinco de Mayo and then stopped at the the little bar on the corner for a drink. We got back to "The Penthouse" and went to bed. As I was trying to fall asleep,I stared up at the ceiling. I thought my wife was probably right about Mario. Guys like him make the most of what they have and don't sweat the little stuff.
About a week later when I was driving to Tijuana from work,I heard on the radio about a big storm that was going to hit full force in the area. Well it rained real hard for about three days. So hard I couldn't drive my car out of that muddy flooded canyon to go to work. After the rain stopped the neighborhood was a disaster. Trash and garbage all over the place. Mud slldes,dead dogs,cars that had slid down into the canyon from up above,houses off their foundations and houses hanging half off the sides of cliffs. After things dried up a bit,I thought about Mario and whether he survived the storm. I walked carefully into the ravine. Water was still trickling into the gully where his car was. I saw his car at the end of the ditch. The force of the water had moved it back about 100 feet. There were no shoes or clothes in the car. Mario was gone too. So was the dog. No one in the neighborhood seemed to know what happened to Mario. After the storm,I guess everybody was busy looking after themselves and their families.
About 10 years later,me and the wife had moved to San Diego and things were on the upswing. I had gotten my degree and had landed a job teaching school. It was Spring Break,and I decided that me and the wife would take a little holiday in Mazatlan. We were driving to the Tijuana Airport when I told my wife that I had to pull the car over to the side because of a nature call. As I was relieving myself on the side of this cliff,I peered at the bottom of the canyon and saw an old man sitting inside this beat up old car. It was Mario! I couldn't believe it. He had a shoe in his hand. Shoes and clothes were piled in the back just like before, He was talking to a woman and a little boy. He was too far away to hear me if I shouted,and besides we had to catch the plane. I told my wife that I had seen Mario. He must have made it out of that storm OK,and now he was back in business again. My wife was happy. She was happy that everything was the same for him.
"Well not everything",I said."He's got another dog."