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dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:I don't Have a job...:x

Frank
If me and Pug are thoroghbreds,you can have the job of getting us a couple of phillies.

You mean girl horses?

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:I don't Have a job...:x

Frank
If me and Pug are thoroghbreds,you can have the job of getting us a couple of phillies.

You mean girl horses?

I remember long ago and far away,I was somewhere in TJ feeling no pain and my buddies talked our cabdriver friend "Big Red" into putting me in one of those "adult" films. I was gonna' get a fat hundred bucks. "Big Red" drives us to this street that looks like it's been abandoned and they're ready to tear what's left of it down to the stubs. That night it was cold and as black as can be. Well "Big Red" drives us in his cab around the back in the alley. Low and behold the back of these ruins looks like the reincarnation of Babylon. Booze,girls,slot machines,roulette wheels,craps tables. There must have been twenty cabs comin' and goin'. Music,lights. What a carnaval.

Well "Big Red" introduces me to the guy that's going to shoot this skin flick. He's chain smoking and he looks like he's on heroin. This dude tells me to go into this room. There's a guy with a hand held camera. In this room is a sofa, a lamp and some curtains. The "director" tells me to sit on the couch and this woman will come out from behind the curtains and she'll do everything. I just have to sit there and she'll be in charge. Well I know my buddies are right outsde this room looking out for me,and to be honest I'm getting excited. I'm getting "up" for the part,if you know what I mean.

Just then this woman in a black dress enters the room. I'm trying not to look, but I can't help notice she could be a lot worse. The thing that hit me though , was her eyes would flutter around. She plops down next to me and I figure I'm ready to launch. All of a sudden this big son of a bitch enters in with this big slobbering German Shepard dog on a leash. My actress friend sees Rin Tin Tin and runs over feeling him up! Did you ever see a a 250 pound Italian run through a wall?

This goes back to your question Frank about girl horses. After that night in Tj,I always make sure before I go to bed I put a bowl of water and some Milk Bones outside my bedroom door and make sure it's locked.

Mexican boxers’ feud leads to downtown McAllen shooting[South Texas]
The Monitor ^ | May 21, 2008 | Jared Taylor

http://www.themonitor.com/news/leon_121 ... n_bar.html

McALLEN -- A son's grudge against his father's boxing rival led to a shooting early Wednesday morning at a downtown bar, according to authorities.

Elias De Leon, 20, of McAllen, apparently harbored bad blood toward his father's adversary, Mexican pugilist Roque "Rocky" Montoya, and that enmity translated into violence, police said.

De Leon got into a fight with Montoya about 1:30 a.m. Wednesday at Vaches Lounge, 114 S. 20th St., said 31-year-old Basilio Reyes, the second-generation owner of the tavern.

Reyes said he called police and threw De Leon out of his establishment when the fight broke out.

But before officers arrived just before 2 a.m., De Leon returned with a sawed-off shotgun and blasted Montoya in the torso, McAllen police Chief Victor Rodriguez said.

Montoya, 47, remained at McAllen Medical Center on Wednesday afternoon with critical injuries, Rodriguez said. Stray pellets from the illegally modified shotgun struck two other people in the leg, causing minor injuries.

As De Leon fired the weapon, bar patrons went after him, giving him a "beating" in the process," Rodriguez said.

Reyes said he and some of the bar's customers subdued De Leon until police arrived and arrested him.

"We took care of him," Reyes said with a smile. "His head is bashed in."

Drops of blood appeared to lead out of the tavern's entrance after sunrise Wednesday. But "the only blood is the shooter's blood," Reyes said.

De Leon was taken to McAllen Medical Center to be treated for injuries he received during the beating.

He is expected to recover, but the outlook for Montoya is uncertain, Rodriguez said.

Once De Leon leaves the hospital, he will face three counts of attempted murder, among other charges, said McAllen police Sgt. Joel Morales.

Residents near the bar said they routinely see police patrolling the neighborhood, which they described as relatively quiet most of the time.

Rodriguez could not recall many disturbances at Vaches Lounge requiring a response from his officers.

Wednesday's shooting took place just three blocks west of South 17th Street, the heart of McAllen's downtown entertainment district - an area where bars are exempt from many city restrictions regarding their proximity to churches and residences. Many of the newer bars there seem to attract an affluent clientele.

But Reyes' tavern - which has been in the family for more than 40 years - tends to draw more down-to-earth patrons, he said as passing motorists shouted, asking whether he would reopen Wednesday evening.

He said that he would.

Montoya, meanwhile, was fighting not for a victory in the ring but for his very life.

"This has never happened before," Reyes said of the recent violence. "Just because we're on the south side doesn't mean we're bad people." ____

kikibalt wrote:

Frank
I always thought Rudy Jordan was a good referee. He moved well in the ring. BTW was Rudy Mexican? Is he still around?

dagosd2000 wrote:

kikibalt wrote:

Frank
I always thought Rudy Jordan was a good referee. He moved well in the ring. BTW was Rudy Mexican? Is he still around?

diego,

Yes, Rudy is Mexican, and yes he is still around but, not in good shape.

OK if you talked to my Uncle joe when he was tending bar at one of Bompensiero's joints downtown,he'd tell ya' he beat Dempsey and Louis on the same night. Yeah,he did some fightin' back in Chicago,but according to my father he lost more than he won and never got out of the preliminaries. Why he came out to San Diego,I don't know,but he probably was on the losing end to the bookies so he thought he'd come out here to live with us. My mother was his sister so even though my father would get tired of his boasting,he had a place to stay in the back room.Besides the track at Caliente was open all year round.

The thing was he talked big,but he kind of lived like a low life. He never had a car. Him and his gambling degenerates would catch the 32 bus and then cross the border to the track and bet everything they had. After the horses raced,if they made a score,they'd bet on the dogs. I'd hear him get in around three in the morning. Him and his pals probably would spend what they won at one of the cat houses,and then the next day do it all over again.

My Uncle Joe tought me how to read the form like I was studying to go to medical school. He knew what the action was like at all the tracks and hung around rummy trainers and jockeys. He always talked about having class,but it made no difference to me if I didn't see any. He met some dame he met at one of Bompensiero's joints and she liked to drink and he liked to drink so I guess that was good enough for them to get married. My Uncle Joe was married one other time,but after he got home from the Army in WW II,he found out his wife was cheating on him in his brother's bar and threw her down a flight of stairs. Then he threw his brother down the same flight of stairs for not keeping an eye out for him. Anyway his new wife he liked to call"Cheeseburger". I forget her real name,but she was fine with being called "Cheeseburger". For a rummy,she was kind of pretty and she thought the world of my Uncle Joe. He could always make her laugh.

One time my Uncle Joe got booted out the track in Mexico. He pulled one of those "Sting" capers like in the movie. Him and some crooked jockey snuck a telephone into the track. They had a buddy working down at Western Union. If they saw a race where the horse was like six legnths ahead in the stretch,they'd call their Western Union pal and he'd delay the result by 30 seconds. That way my uncle could place a bet on the the horse that was leading by six legnths. Well my uncle and the jockey got nabbed by the track "dicks" and they were banned from the track. But that didn't stop my Uncle Joe. He got"Cheeseburgerr" to go down to Caliente and place a bet on a 5/10 and he won the jackpot,20 grand.

My uncle spends part of the money and bought a produce market out in El Cajon where the farmers lived. Peculiar. The only produce my uncle knew about was "lettuce". The kind with the Presidents faces on it. One day I took a spin out to his produce market. He called it "Valley Farms Market". I go inside and half the produce has mold all over it. It looked so bad I don't think the rabbits would eat it. Well my uncle invites me to his office. On his desk is around 4 or 5 phones. They're all ringin' at once. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together. My uncle was making book. All these hayseed farmers would come in and bet on everything from football games to pig racing. Leave it to my greaseball uncle from the Southwest Side of Chicago to have the action on the "book" in Tobacco Road.

It went on like that. "Cheeseburger" left. I think it was just a matter of my uncle not paying too much attention to her. He'd have a woman from TJ come in once a week to clean up his apartment(he was living in El Cajon now)and take care of any other of his needs. He was happy. He was by himself. He could do what he wanted. But then he came down with stomach cancer. He got pretty sick. He came back to live with us before he had to go to the Veterans Hospital. He had lost a lot of weight. Funny,but I remember my Uncle Joe making the biggest muscle i'd ever seen. I'd always ask him to make a muscle when I was a kid.

He died after suffering a long illness. My mother would visit him at the hospital everyday. She said he was very scared. He didn't want to be alone. When he died,I remember my mother coming home. She sat down in the the living room and sobbed uncontrollably. All she kept saying was,"He was just a boy. He was just a boy."

This remarkable tribute to boxing will be exceeding 70,000 views this weekend.

Salute!

BoxBuzz wrote:This remarkable tribute to boxing will be exceeding 70,000 views this weekend.

Salute!

Thanks Buzz
If anyone would have said I'd be here doing this,making new pals,and having so much fun,I wouldn't have believed them. I hope people are being entertained,and maybe learning something they didn't know before.

WHY ITALIANS CAN'T BE PARAMEDICS

Vinnie and Salvy are out in the woods hunting. All of a sudden Vinnie clutches his chest,screams,and collaoses to the ground. Salvy dials 911 on his cell phone. He says to the operator.
"Me and my friend were out in the woods hunting and I think my friend had a heart attack. I think he's dead."
The 911 operator says,"Well you have to see if he's dead first."
A shot rings out.
Salvy returns to his cell phone and says,"Now what?"

dagosd2000 wrote:OK if you talked to my Uncle joe when he was tending bar at one of Bompensiero's joints downtown,he'd tell ya' he beat Dempsey and Louis on the same night. Yeah,he did some fightin' back in Chicago,but according to my father he lost more than he won and never got out of the preliminaries. Why he came out to San Diego,I don't know,but he probably was on the losing end to the bookies so he thought he'd come out here to live with us. My mother was his sister so even though my father would get tired of his boasting,he had a place to stay in the back room.Besides the track at Caliente was open all year round.

The thing was he talked big,but he kind of lived like a low life. He never had a car. Him and his gambling degenerates would catch the 32 bus and then cross the border to the track and bet everything they had. After the horses raced,if they made a score,they'd bet on the dogs. I'd hear him get in around three in the morning. Him and his pals probably would spend what they won at one of the cat houses,and then the next day do it all over again.

My Uncle Joe tought me how to read the form like I was studying to go to medical school. He knew what the action was like at all the tracks and hung around rummy trainers and jockeys. He always talked about having class,but it made no difference to me if I didn't see any. He met some dame he met at one of Bompensiero's joints and she liked to drink and he liked to drink so I guess that was good enough for them to get married. My Uncle Joe was married one other time,but after he got home from the Army in WW II,he found out his wife was cheating on him in his brother's bar and threw her down a flight of stairs. Then he threw his brother down the same flight of stairs for not keeping an eye out for him. Anyway his new wife he liked to call"Cheeseburger". I forget her real name,but she was fine with being called "Cheeseburger". For a rummy,she was kind of pretty and she thought the world of my Uncle Joe. He could always make her laugh.

One time my Uncle Joe got booted out the track in Mexico. He pulled one of those "Sting" capers like in the movie. Him and some crooked jockey snuck a telephone into the track. They had a buddy working down at Western Union. If they saw a race where the horse was like six legnths ahead in the stretch,they'd call their Western Union pal and he'd delay the result by 30 seconds. That way my uncle could place a bet on the the horse that was leading by six legnths. Well my uncle and the jockey got nabbed by the track "dicks" and they were banned from the track. But that didn't stop my Uncle Joe. He got"Cheeseburgerr" to go down to Caliente and place a bet on a 5/10 and he won the jackpot,20 grand.

My uncle spends part of the money and bought a produce market out in El Cajon where the farmers lived. Peculiar. The only produce my uncle knew about was "lettuce". The kind with the Presidents faces on it. One day I took a spin out to his produce market. He called it "Valley Farms Market". I go inside and half the produce has mold all over it. It looked so bad I don't think the rabbits would eat it. Well my uncle invites me to his office. On his desk is around 4 or 5 phones. They're all ringin' at once. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together. My uncle was making book. All these hayseed farmers would come in and bet on everything from football games to pig racing. Leave it to my greaseball uncle from the Southwest Side of Chicago to have the action on the "book" in Tobacco Road.

It went on like that. "Cheeseburger" left. I think it was just a matter of my uncle not paying too much attention to her. He'd have a woman from TJ come in once a week to clean up his apartment(he was living in El Cajon now)and take care of any other of his needs. He was happy. He was by himself. He could do what he wanted. But then he came down with stomach cancer. He got pretty sick. He came back to live with us before he had to go to the Veterans Hospital. He had lost a lot of weight. Funny,but I remember my Uncle Joe making the biggest muscle i'd ever seen. I'd always ask him to make a muscle when I was a kid.

He died after suffering a long illness. My mother would visit him at the hospital everyday. She said he was very scared. He didn't want to be alone. When he died,I remember my mother coming home. She sat down in the the living room and sobbed uncontrollably. All she kept saying was,"He was just a boy. He was just a boy."

diego,

Great story on your uncle Jose, sounds like he led life to the fullest, everybody should be so lucky.

Frank
What's going on with Lou Filippo? I remember him as a ref. Wasn't he involved with the Cal Box Hall of Fame? Didn't he manage Don Jordan?

I just remembered something else. Wasn't there a fighter in LA. they called Kid Boston or something Boston? Was Boston his last name? I remember hearing it as a kid and that name "Boston" never left my mind.

*I remember watching TV late one night in Seville,Spain. I was there with my wife and granddaughter. My granddaughter was attending a Flamenco Academy .There was a variety program on TV that was very popular. It was quite entertaining. Like the old Ed Sullivan Show. Singers,dancers,circus acts,comedians. A three hour show done live. I wouldn't watch all of it,but one night they had a contest for the people of Spain to vote for their greatest celebrity. One of the nominees was Pedro Carrasco. He was Spain's first world champion and became an instant sensation . He married movie stars and made films. He was Spain's biggest idol.

I remember when the Long Beach kid Mando Ramos went to Spain to try to win the vacant WBC lightweight title against Pedro Carrasco. Carrasco was like a lot of Latin fighters who seldom ventured outside their country to fight. They knew they had the odds with them when they fought in front of their people. Carrasco's record was exaggerated. I think he had lost only once in like a hundred fights. Most of his bout were against modest competition. Many of his fights were 8 rounders.

Mando had been in with some tough boys:Frankie Crawford,Ruben Navarro,Sugar Ramos,Raul Rojas,Ismael Laguna,and Teo Cruz to name a few. I was licking my chops to see the Long Beach kid show Carrasco what fighting was all about. What Spain showed Mando,though, was he was not going to beat a Spaniard in his own back yard. Mando was winning the fight. Carrasco was being roughed up. In one of the late rounds Mando lays this guy out. The ref calls a foul,and Carrasco wins the title flat on his back. The thing that really pissed me off about the fight was that the Spanish bought this crap. Carrasco could have beaten Franco for President,and Ramos goes back to Long Beach feeling like he got his pocket picked by a Gypsy. Well the WBC calls for a rematch. Ramos beats Carrasco,and then wins the rubber match.

But Mando couldn't make it to the gym like he could make time with the ladies and never missing the cocktail hour. He was finished with the sport at 24. Now his fights were with his demons. The booze,drugs,and all the women broke his bank account,but couldn't break him. Of course it took its toll. He took a beating. More than he ever got in a ring. I saw him with his father at Steven's Steak House at the Father/Son Luncheon. Both guys had been through some tough times. Mando got up to get his trophy with his dad. His dad did a little shadow boxing.Mando talked about helping kids who were messing with alcohol and drugs. They then went back to their table. They were by themselves for the most part. By themselves in a steak house in Commerce ,California. I let myself down that day. I should have walked to their table and told Mando that he is one of my idols.

dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
What's going on with Lou Filippo? I remember him as a ref. Wasn't he involved with the Cal Box Hall of Fame? Didn't he manage Don Jordan?

diego,

Lou Fillippo is still around and in good shape, he is a good friend of Don Fraser and is involve with the CBHOF.

No he was not Don Jordan manager, I remember seeeing Lou fight Carlos Ortiz at Hollywood, did you know that Jackie McCoy was his manager?

Didn't you see him at the father and son luncheon? he was sitting at Don's table.

Mike was going to be married to Karen so his father
sat him down for a little chat.
He said, 'Mike, let me tell you something. On my
wedding night in our honeymoon suite, I took off my
pants, handed them to your mother, and said, 'Here -
try these on.' She did and said, 'These are too big. I
can't wear them.' I replied, 'Exactly. I wear the
pants in this family and I always will.' Ever since
that night, we have never had any problems.
'Hmmm,' said Mike. He thought that might be a good
thing to try. On his honeymoon, Mike took off his
pants and said to Karen, 'Here - try these on.'
She tried them on and said, 'These are too large. They
don't fit me.'
Mike said, 'Exactly. I wear the pants in this family
and I always will l. I don't want you to ever forget that.'
Then Karen took off her panties and handed them to
Mike. She said, 'Here- you try on mine.'
He did and said, 'I can't get into your panties.'
Karen said, 'Exactly. And if you don't change your
smart-ass attitude, you never will.'

dagosd2000 wrote:I just remembered something else. Wasn't there a fighter in LA. they called Kid Boston or something Boston? Was Boston his last name? I remember hearing it as a kid and that name "Boston" never left my mind.

diego,

It was Mr.Boston, here's his record

Mr Boston

Birth Name Art Hester
Country USA
Global Id 111540
Hometown Los Angeles, CA, USA
Division Featherweight


Career Record © http://www.boxrec.com

Date Opponent Location Result
1957-04-06 Bobby Robleto Hollywood, USA W TKO 5
1957-02-09 Alfredo Escobar Hollywood, USA L TKO 2
1957-01-26 Norbert Galindo Hollywood, USA W TKO 4
1957-01-03 Clyde Nettles Los Angeles, USA W PTS 4
1953-12-26 Candy Lopez Hollywood, USA L TKO 5
1953-11-21 Candy Lopez Hollywood, USA D PTS 6
1953-05-04 Rudy Jordan South Gate, USA L PTS 6
1950-05-19 George Mendoza Hollywood, USA L KO 1
1950-04-25 Dave Gallardo Los Angeles, USA L UD 6
1950-03-07 Dave Gallardo Los Angeles, USA W PTS 4
1950-02-03 Dave Gallardo Hollywood, USA D TD 2
1949-12-27 Bobby Garza Los Angeles, USA W TKO 2
1949-11-15 Dave Gallardo Los Angeles, USA L PTS 4
1949-10-24 Dave Gallardo Ocean Park, USA L SD 4
1949-09-26 Juan Cochran Ocean Park, USA W PTS 4
1949-09-22 Augie Yarret Wilmington, USA W TKO 3
1949-03-22 Javier Gutierrez Los Angeles, USA L PTS 4
1949-02-21 Sammy Zelman Ocean Park, USA W PTS 4

Record to Date
Won 8 (KOs 4) Lost 8 Drawn 2 Total 18

Because of the fact I am Mexican, they think I have to sleep under a cactus and eat from taco stands.



-former Assembly Speaker Fabian Núñez, on criticism of his use of campaign funds

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:OK if you talked to my Uncle joe when he was tending bar at one of Bompensiero's joints downtown,he'd tell ya' he beat Dempsey and Louis on the same night. Yeah,he did some fightin' back in Chicago,but according to my father he lost more than he won and never got out of the preliminaries. Why he came out to San Diego,I don't know,but he probably was on the losing end to the bookies so he thought he'd come out here to live with us. My mother was his sister so even though my father would get tired of his boasting,he had a place to stay in the back room.Besides the track at Caliente was open all year round.

The thing was he talked big,but he kind of lived like a low life. He never had a car. Him and his gambling degenerates would catch the 32 bus and then cross the border to the track and bet everything they had. After the horses raced,if they made a score,they'd bet on the dogs. I'd hear him get in around three in the morning. Him and his pals probably would spend what they won at one of the cat houses,and then the next day do it all over again.

My Uncle Joe tought me how to read the form like I was studying to go to medical school. He knew what the action was like at all the tracks and hung around rummy trainers and jockeys. He always talked about having class,but it made no difference to me if I didn't see any. He met some dame he met at one of Bompensiero's joints and she liked to drink and he liked to drink so I guess that was good enough for them to get married. My Uncle Joe was married one other time,but after he got home from the Army in WW II,he found out his wife was cheating on him in his brother's bar and threw her down a flight of stairs. Then he threw his brother down the same flight of stairs for not keeping an eye out for him. Anyway his new wife he liked to call"Cheeseburger". I forget her real name,but she was fine with being called "Cheeseburger". For a rummy,she was kind of pretty and she thought the world of my Uncle Joe. He could always make her laugh.

One time my Uncle Joe got booted out the track in Mexico. He pulled one of those "Sting" capers like in the movie. Him and some crooked jockey snuck a telephone into the track. They had a buddy working down at Western Union. If they saw a race where the horse was like six legnths ahead in the stretch,they'd call their Western Union pal and he'd delay the result by 30 seconds. That way my uncle could place a bet on the the horse that was leading by six legnths. Well my uncle and the jockey got nabbed by the track "dicks" and they were banned from the track. But that didn't stop my Uncle Joe. He got"Cheeseburgerr" to go down to Caliente and place a bet on a 5/10 and he won the jackpot,20 grand.

My uncle spends part of the money and bought a produce market out in El Cajon where the farmers lived. Peculiar. The only produce my uncle knew about was "lettuce". The kind with the Presidents faces on it. One day I took a spin out to his produce market. He called it "Valley Farms Market". I go inside and half the produce has mold all over it. It looked so bad I don't think the rabbits would eat it. Well my uncle invites me to his office. On his desk is around 4 or 5 phones. They're all ringin' at once. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together. My uncle was making book. All these hayseed farmers would come in and bet on everything from football games to pig racing. Leave it to my greaseball uncle from the Southwest Side of Chicago to have the action on the "book" in Tobacco Road.

It went on like that. "Cheeseburger" left. I think it was just a matter of my uncle not paying too much attention to her. He'd have a woman from TJ come in once a week to clean up his apartment(he was living in El Cajon now)and take care of any other of his needs. He was happy. He was by himself. He could do what he wanted. But then he came down with stomach cancer. He got pretty sick. He came back to live with us before he had to go to the Veterans Hospital. He had lost a lot of weight. Funny,but I remember my Uncle Joe making the biggest muscle i'd ever seen. I'd always ask him to make a muscle when I was a kid.

He died after suffering a long illness. My mother would visit him at the hospital everyday. She said he was very scared. He didn't want to be alone. When he died,I remember my mother coming home. She sat down in the the living room and sobbed uncontrollably. All she kept saying was,"He was just a boy. He was just a boy."

diego,

Great story on your uncle Jose, sounds like he led life to the fullest, everybody should be so lucky.

Nice tribute to your uncle Joe, Dagos.
He sounds like a Chicago guy through and through.

Jitterbuggers dance in this Capa photo from th 1930s

This is one of my favored photo of all time by
Cornell Capa, who just died.

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
What's going on with Lou Filippo?

Didn't you see him at the father and son luncheon? he was sitting at Don's table.

I got to go back there. I missed a couple of faces.