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Panzerfaust wrote:Wendell Kim talks about his life and his father Phil ''Wildcat'' Kim :
http://books.google.no/books?id=QOoCAAA ... im&f=false

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
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You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

coach greg v wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
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You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

> tough bantams are always smartasses

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
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You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
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You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

It's complicate to say the least

Panzerfaust wrote:When it comes to shit (and i mean literally shit) like in sewer i got a above average strong stomach, I can stand to my knees in it and not be bothered, but on diaper patrol this morning the little man let one go that brought tears to my eyes and made my breakfast wanna come up How can such a little body produce such a foul smell??

kikibalt wrote:

Panzerfaust wrote:When it comes to shit (and i mean literally shit) like in sewer i got a above average strong stomach, I can stand to my knees in it and not be bothered, but on diaper patrol this morning the little man let one go that brought tears to my eyes and made my breakfast wanna come up How can such a little body produce such a foul smell??

coach greg v wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
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You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

It's complicate to say the least

>thanks frank i tried to drag and drop that did not work or copy AND paste. how is el jefe this morning???

Cholo wrote:Art "Golden Boy" Aragon/Henry Davis Aug, 5. 1953 San Francisco..

In one of the wildest brawls seen in the huge Cow Palace, Los Angeles welter Art Aragon, rated seventh in the world, had a close call before beating Henry Davis, of Honolulu, in the tenth and final round on August 5. At this stage with matters very even, referee Frankie Brown stopped the fight beause Davis was bleeding profusey from the mouth. Davis, conceding nearly six pounds in weight, and a 1-3 underdog at ringside, was the aggressor around the ring nearly all through the contest. This was supposed to be "just another fight" as far as Aragon was concerned. Since losing to Jimmy Carter in a World lightweight title bout back in 1951 he had been toppling them over with regularity, and his only setback was a points defeat at the hands of highly-rated Billy Graham. The twenty-nine-year-old Davis seemingly in line for a lightweight title shot himself at the beginning of the year with wins over Georgie Dunn and Johnny Gonsalves, had then sustained three successive defeats which had put him on the sidelines, so he knew this was his chance to get into the big money again. It was the Hawaiian who carried the battle at the start. He cut Aragon's left eye in the first and his right optic in the fifth and was knocking some of the lustre off the "Golden Boy," as Aragon has been dubbed. Most of the time the Los Angeles boxer, acknowledged as a great puncher, seemed content to sit back and wait for his shot. The blows he did land, however, jarred the onrushing Davis to his boot-tops. The best round was the ninth, when Aragon got in a blow that virtually ended the scrap. A powerful right-cross to the mouth started the claret flowing, and that was the beginning of the end for Davis. When it was stopped the fans swarmed over the ring, screaming for the fight to continue. The bout was televised nationally while being blacked out in the San Francisco area...

Panzerfaust wrote:When it comes to shit (and i mean literally shit) like in sewer i got a above average strong stomach, I can stand to my knees in it and not be bothered, but on diaper patrol this morning the little man let one go that brought tears to my eyes and made my breakfast wanna come up How can such a little body produce such a foul smell??

coach greg v wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
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You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

> tough bantams are always smartasses

Rick Farris wrote:

CNorkusJr wrote:

kikibalt wrote:http://coxscorner.tripod.com/napoles_rf.html

Jose Napoles...By Rick Farris

Good piece of writing Rick. Great insight to a wonderful fighter.
My father met Jose Napoles in New York when he came in to fight Petey Toro.
Toro,a New Yorker, had good fights in his career against Bobby Cassidy,Bobby Bartels and a few other heavy hitters who my father hung around with.

Jose,I dont know if Angelo Dundee had him in 1970, was probably training in Gleason's Gym who moved to midtown Manhattan about then(around the corner from the new MSG), or possibly 42 St gym (Jimmy Glenns' old place).

But possibly my dad went to see Angelo to say hello. He came home that night to tell me he met Jose Napoles, whom my father said was one of the hardest punchers he saw in training. Any recollection of Jose's sparring people on the road,if he had any (maybe he used local guys) ?

Charlie . . . I can't remember all who sparred with Napoles, except L.A.'s Baby Cassius, whom Mantequilla abused daily.

kikibalt wrote:

coach greg v wrote:

kikibalt wrote: It's complicate to say the least

>thanks frank i tried to drag and drop that did not work or copy AND paste. how is el jefe this morning???

You need a program like photobucket to up load youur pictures, once you get that program then things really get complicate...

CNorkusJr wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

CNorkusJr wrote: Good piece of writing Rick. Great insight to a wonderful fighter.
My father met Jose Napoles in New York when he came in to fight Petey Toro.
Toro,a New Yorker, had good fights in his career against Bobby Cassidy,Bobby Bartels and a few other heavy hitters who my father hung around with.

Jose,I dont know if Angelo Dundee had him in 1970, was probably training in Gleason's Gym who moved to midtown Manhattan about then(around the corner from the new MSG), or possibly 42 St gym (Jimmy Glenns' old place).

But possibly my dad went to see Angelo to say hello. He came home that night to tell me he met Jose Napoles, whom my father said was one of the hardest punchers he saw in training. Any recollection of Jose's sparring people on the road,if he had any (maybe he used local guys) ?

Charlie . . . I can't remember all who sparred with Napoles, except L.A.'s Baby Cassius, whom Mantequilla abused daily.

Thanks Rick. Angelo did fly into many cities to work corners on special fights (mostly championships). Whitey Bimstein did the same.
With Ray Arcel added - boxing had contenders 10-15 deep in many divisions.
There are still a few guys around that can train the best, like Freddie Roach has always been there,but it is not till now that he is getting the accolades he should have got years back.

Rick Farris wrote:

coach greg v wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:thanks rick now tell me how to put a picture on here......
----------------------------------------------------------

You want me to tell you what? I never ever put a picture here.
When I have a photo to post, I just close my eyes and beg the great internet spirit to guide my picture to the right place.
The next day, it's usually here. I dunno how it happens? ;;-)

> tough bantams are always smartasses

I really don't know how to post photos. Frank will validate that. I know just enough to write my stories and get them where they need to go.
If you go thru the 7000 items I've posted in 3 1/2 years, you won't find one photo posted under my name.
Other people have posted photos, not me.
It was only yesterday I learned how to put pics on my Facebook page.

raylawpc wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

coach greg v wrote: >thanks frank i tried to drag and drop that did not work or copy AND paste. how is el jefe this morning???

You need a program like photobucket to up load youur pictures, once you get that program then things really get complicate...

You don't use Tiny Pics anymore? That was pretty easy, although I never figured out sizing.

kikibalt wrote:

Cholo wrote:Art "Golden Boy" Aragon/Henry Davis Aug, 5. 1953 San Francisco..

In one of the wildest brawls seen in the huge Cow Palace, Los Angeles welter Art Aragon, rated seventh in the world, had a close call before beating Henry Davis, of Honolulu, in the tenth and final round on August 5. At this stage with matters very even, referee Frankie Brown stopped the fight beause Davis was bleeding profusey from the mouth. Davis, conceding nearly six pounds in weight, and a 1-3 underdog at ringside, was the aggressor around the ring nearly all through the contest. This was supposed to be "just another fight" as far as Aragon was concerned. Since losing to Jimmy Carter in a World lightweight title bout back in 1951 he had been toppling them over with regularity, and his only setback was a points defeat at the hands of highly-rated Billy Graham. The twenty-nine-year-old Davis seemingly in line for a lightweight title shot himself at the beginning of the year with wins over Georgie Dunn and Johnny Gonsalves, had then sustained three successive defeats which had put him on the sidelines, so he knew this was his chance to get into the big money again. It was the Hawaiian who carried the battle at the start. He cut Aragon's left eye in the first and his right optic in the fifth and was knocking some of the lustre off the "Golden Boy," as Aragon has been dubbed. Most of the time the Los Angeles boxer, acknowledged as a great puncher, seemed content to sit back and wait for his shot. The blows he did land, however, jarred the onrushing Davis to his boot-tops. The best round was the ninth, when Aragon got in a blow that virtually ended the scrap. A powerful right-cross to the mouth started the claret flowing, and that was the beginning of the end for Davis. When it was stopped the fans swarmed over the ring, screaming for the fight to continue. The bout was televised nationally while being blacked out in the San Francisco area...

I have this fight on DVD, have yet to watch it....

raylawpc wrote:

CNorkusJr wrote:

Rick Farris wrote: Charlie . . . I can't remember all who sparred with Napoles, except L.A.'s Baby Cassius, whom Mantequilla abused daily.

Thanks Rick. Angelo did fly into many cities to work corners on special fights (mostly championships). Whitey Bimstein did the same.
With Ray Arcel added - boxing had contenders 10-15 deep in many divisions.
There are still a few guys around that can train the best, like Freddie Roach has always been there,but it is not till now that he is getting the accolades he should have got years back.

I don't like the way some of his fighters position their feet. But he's a good trainer - probably the best of the bunch now. But that said, I still don't like the way some of his fighters position their feet.

kikibalt wrote:Dog days of summer are beginning to wane....

Rick Farris wrote:

raylawpc wrote:

CNorkusJr wrote: Thanks Rick. Angelo did fly into many cities to work corners on special fights (mostly championships). Whitey Bimstein did the same.
With Ray Arcel added - boxing had contenders 10-15 deep in many divisions.
There are still a few guys around that can train the best, like Freddie Roach has always been there,but it is not till now that he is getting the accolades he should have got years back.

I don't like the way some of his fighters position their feet. But he's a good trainer - probably the best of the bunch now. But that said, I still don't like the way some of his fighters position their feet.

Who taught the teacher? . . .

Nearly two years ago, I was at Goossen's gym in Van Nuys, watching heavyweight Chris Arreola train. It was a press/PR event.
He had a young trainer, who obviously had never fought, and he was holding pads for Arreola.
In addition to being a lazy fat-ass, that bum has a know-nothing trainer.
Even worse, I'm watching Joe Goossen work pads with heavyweight Malik Scott.
Scott throws a jab, then drops his left hand as he pulls it back. Joe doesn't say a word. The left hand dips every time.
I wanted to ask him, "what about the guy who times that lazy jab, and follows up with a right cross as Scott pulls it back low?"
I didn't score a lot of KO's, but when I did that was usually what got my opponent knocked out, right hand over a lazy jab.

One thing I'll say about Mel Epstein, he really knew the "cutie' stuff, subtle little moves you will never see any of today's trainers teach, not even Roach.
Dan Hanley and I were conducting an interview with a great trainer in former middleweight contender George Benton.
Dan came out and asked Benton, "George, you were what was known as a 'cutie" had those slick moves you don't see today."
Benton, a very soft spoken and humble man, answered, "Nobody today can teach that. The old school trainers are all dead."
Benton's strategy enabled a guy with just eight pro fights under his belt to take the heavyweight title from Muhammad Ali.

raylawpc wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

raylawpc wrote: I don't like the way some of his fighters position their feet. But he's a good trainer - probably the best of the bunch now. But that said, I still don't like the way some of his fighters position their feet.

Who taught the teacher? . . .

Nearly two years ago, I was at Goossen's gym in Van Nuys, watching heavyweight Chris Arreola train. It was a press/PR event.
He had a young trainer, who obviously had never fought, and he was holding pads for Arreola.
In addition to being a lazy fat-ass, that bum has a know-nothing trainer.
Even worse, I'm watching Joe Goossen work pads with heavyweight Malik Scott.
Scott throws a jab, then drops his left hand as he pulls it back. Joe doesn't say a word. The left hand dips every time.
I wanted to ask him, "what about the guy who times that lazy jab, and follows up with a right cross as Scott pulls it back low?"
I didn't score a lot of KO's, but when I did that was usually what got my opponent knocked out, right hand over a lazy jab.

One thing I'll say about Mel Epstein, he really knew the "cutie' stuff, subtle little moves you will never see any of today's trainers teach, not even Roach.
Dan Hanley and I were conducting an interview with a great trainer in former middleweight contender George Benton.
Dan came out and asked Benton, "George, you were what was known as a 'cutie" had those slick moves you don't see today."
Benton, a very soft spoken and humble man, answered, "Nobody today can teach that. The old school trainers are all dead."
Benton's strategy enabled a guy with just eight pro fights under his belt to take the heavyweight title from Muhammad Ali.

I'll tell you a little story that I wasn't going to repeat because it might sound like I'm bragging, but . . . what the hell.

About six months ago, my youngest son invited a grounds of friends - one an amateur boxer - over to the house to watch a fight card on TV. This amateur's trainer - a pro - was fighting his first fight on national TV, and they all wanted to see it on my big screen TV. (They all work at the same pizza restaurant.) I can't remember the guy's name or who he fought but, anyway, about two minutes into the fight, I told my son's friend, "Your trainer is gonna get stopped about the third round with a straight right hand."

Laughs all around followed from the youngsters in the room . . .

Round three, the guy is taking a ten count from - you guessed it - a straight right hand.

Nobody is laughing now. The kid asks me, "How did you know?" So I proceeded to show him how his trainer was making a amateur mistake and leaving himself open for the punch.

The kid listens intently then says, "Mr Ray . . . will you train me?"

Rick Farris wrote:

raylawpc wrote:

Rick Farris wrote: Who taught the teacher? . . .

Nearly two years ago, I was at Goossen's gym in Van Nuys, watching heavyweight Chris Arreola train. It was a press/PR event.
He had a young trainer, who obviously had never fought, and he was holding pads for Arreola.
In addition to being a lazy fat-ass, that bum has a know-nothing trainer.
Even worse, I'm watching Joe Goossen work pads with heavyweight Malik Scott.
Scott throws a jab, then drops his left hand as he pulls it back. Joe doesn't say a word. The left hand dips every time.
I wanted to ask him, "what about the guy who times that lazy jab, and follows up with a right cross as Scott pulls it back low?"
I didn't score a lot of KO's, but when I did that was usually what got my opponent knocked out, right hand over a lazy jab.

One thing I'll say about Mel Epstein, he really knew the "cutie' stuff, subtle little moves you will never see any of today's trainers teach, not even Roach.
Dan Hanley and I were conducting an interview with a great trainer in former middleweight contender George Benton.
Dan came out and asked Benton, "George, you were what was known as a 'cutie" had those slick moves you don't see today."
Benton, a very soft spoken and humble man, answered, "Nobody today can teach that. The old school trainers are all dead."
Benton's strategy enabled a guy with just eight pro fights under his belt to take the heavyweight title from Muhammad Ali.

I'll tell you a little story that I wasn't going to repeat because it might sound like I'm bragging, but . . . what the hell.

About six months ago, my youngest son invited a grounds of friends - one an amateur boxer - over to the house to watch a fight card on TV. This amateur's trainer - a pro - was fighting his first fight on national TV, and they all wanted to see it on my big screen TV. (They all work at the same pizza restaurant.) I can't remember the guy's name or who he fought but, anyway, about two minutes into the fight, I told my son's friend, "Your trainer is gonna get stopped about the third round with a straight right hand."

Laughs all around followed from the youngsters in the room . . .

Round three, the guy is taking a ten count from - you guessed it - a straight right hand.

Nobody is laughing now. The kid asks me, "How did you know?" So I proceeded to show him how his trainer was making a amateur mistake and leaving himself open for the punch.

The kid listens intently then says, "Mr Ray . . . will you train me?"

Tom, as you know, we are just talking "boxing basics."
You were around the game and have an eye for it. If a seasoned fighter carries his left low, it's for a reason, a set-up.
Any other reason will lead to bad consequences. Period.
The kid had good reason to seek your experience. You taught him a lesson, right there.
I don't know your life or schedule, but maybe it would be fun to work with him a little?
It would not only be helping him, but getting some great excercise yourself, and contributing to the betterment of boxing, one kid at a time.