Not Even A Puncher's Chance
"You're were my favorite fighter,"I said.
I was talking to Jose Napoles out in front of his house in Ciudad Juarez,He was sitting on a chair smoking a cigar. The neighborhood was drab and dismal. The house was plain and modest.The sun was hiding behind a cloud.
"And who is your favorite fighter now?"he asked very deliberately.
"Oh I don't really have one,"
When Jose Napoles was in his prime he had captured Mexico by storm,. Though he was Cuban I thought he was more popular than Olivares. He was the most popular fighter in Mexico. There were some that wouldn't agree with me on that because he wasn't Mexican and he was black,but there weren't many. Jose Napoles had found a country that embraced him as one of their own and likewise jumped in with both feet. He had a Mexican wife when he was on top and now that he was sick and near the end he has another Mexican wife
"I saw you fight in Tijuana,"I said."Before you came to the United States."
He took a long puff on his cigar and smiled.
"Which time was that?"
"Against Herbie Lee."
The ex champ looked rangy and old and a little shaky,his twinkling eyes off somewhere else..The gaudy watch on his arm was too big for his wrist. The watch went up to his forearm.
"I also saw you fight at the Forum against Hedgemon Lewis."
"He was a rabbit that night,"he said smiling.
"You were one of the greatest fighters who ever lived."
"That was a long time ago.I have none of that left."
"You could beat anyone."
"Back then I had confidence and ability.I had money.I had women.I did anything I wanted."
"Now that fighting is over..."
"I have nothing left but my wife,"he interjected.
"Is she inside the house?"
"She's shopping. She'll be back soon."
He was at the end of the cigar he was smoking.
"I used to be feared.I went through life eating everything in front of me.My appetite was enormous. I had confidence. I was happy.I never looked over my shoulder."
"I followed your whole career."
"Today, I sit outside smoking my cigars and watching the people walk by.I'm sick and am afraid. My wife takes care of me."
I paused for a moment and watched him trying to relight his cigar.
"Do many people visit you?"I asked.
"Yes.I have friends and then there are the ones that are curious."
"I went by your gym.The Roma."
"It's still my gym.But these kids today don't want to put in the effort.There's a lock on the door now."
He finally got the stub of his cigar lit again.
"See those hills up there,"he said pointing out to the horizon."I ran up and down those hills everyday.I could see everything in front of me when I fought an opponent. I'd look at both of his shoulders and knew what he was going to do. Now I know very little except that I don't want to hurt anybody again."
He took his last puff on his cigar.
"My wife is out shopping. When she comes back she'll make you dinner."
"Next month there's going to be an awards ceremony in Los Angeles for fighters."
"You think I can go?"
"Of course. Give me your address and phone number and we'll put it together."
"I don't know it. I have to wait until my wife gets back from shopping."
"Here's my business card,"I said pulling it out from my wallet. "I've got to be going soon. If your wife doesn't get back call me at the number on the card."
I waited and we continued talking,but his wife didn't come back.
"I'll be back home tomorrow,"I said. "Call me and we'll get something done."
"Next week I'm going to Cuba,"he said."I want to go back to my hometown,Santiago de Cuba.I want to see my my mother and father and brother and uncles. I want to eat the raw oysters the vendors sell at the docks. Eat the sliced pineapples and mangos they put in the big ice cream soda glasses.See the old gym in back of the alley where I learned how to fight with Kid Rapidez and Ciro Morison,my idol..My uncles making bets that I could beat up all the other kids in the street."
"Don't forget to give me a call,"I said.
"I have an appointment with Castro.He wants to see me."
"Don't lose my card.I'll expect to hear from you."
"My wife should be home soon. I don't like being alone. It is good to have a wife. I can't hurt anyone anymore."
Before I turned away I handed him a twenty dollar bill.
"You can buy some more cigars with that amigo."
"My wife should be home soon. It's good to have a wife. I'm not like I used to be."
