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kikibalt wrote:Bennie,

You don't see any fat HW's on that cover!!....

True, Frankie, true. All those guys still looked (or look) good years after retirement.

dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
Did you go to bed? Or did your wife burn down your computer? If she did you can't read this anyway.

Dagos . . . Frank once told me, "I go to bed real early, don't call me after 6pm. I'm up very early in the morning, so call me as early as you want." One night I had a question that only Frank could answer, and I really needed the answer for a story I was writing. I didn't call, waiting for morning, dying to get my answer. About 1am, I push myself away from my computor and go upstairs to bed. When I get into bed, I pick up the phone and consider calling Frank. My wife says, "who are you calling at this hour?". I answer, "my friend Frank, he says call him anytime in the morning." My wife asks, "is he married?" I answer, "Yeah." My wife shook her head, grabbed the phone and tells me, if you wake that lady up at this time in the morning I'm going to hit you over the head with the reciever".

Frank, they just don't understand how important our thread is!

-Rick

Rick Farris wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:Frank
Did you go to bed? Or did your wife burn down your computer? If she did you can't read this anyway.

Dagos . . . Frank once told me, "I go to bed real early, don't call me after 6pm. I'm up very early in the morning, so call me as early as you want." One night I had a question that only Frank could answer, and I really needed the answer for a story I was writing. I didn't call, waiting for morning, dying to get my answer. About 1am, I push myself away from my computor and go upstairs to bed. When I get into bed, I pick up the phone and consider calling Frank. My wife says, "who are you calling at this hour?". I answer, "my friend Frank, he says call him anytime in the morning." My wife asks, "is he married?" I answer, "Yeah." My wife shook her head, grabbed the phone and tells me, if you wake that lady up at this time in the morning I'm going to hit you over the head with the reciever".

Frank, they just don't understand how important our thread is!

-Rick

Rick,

My phone don't work between 7PM and 4AM....

I was thinking about this the other day. How Archie Moore would change his story from time to time. Don't get me wrong. He wasn't deliberately lying. I think it was a matter of what mood he was in. How he felt at the time. For example ,I heard him say on three different occasions that Charley Burley,Rocky Marciano,and Ezzard Charles were the toughest men he ever fought. One day it was Burley. Tomorrow it was Ezzard. And who knows ,next week it was the Rock.
"Now Charley Burley was as slick as grease on a skillet."
Or.
"Ezzard Charles had more tricks up his sleave than Harry Houdini."
Or.
"When Marciano hit you your family felt it too."


But Arch was such a respected man and such a nice guy,no one ever called him out and said that he told the story different the other day. It was known all around. No one cared. In fact I think people were looking forward to here how often he would change his stories. I have to admit that it was a little humorous even though it was at his exspense.

The bottom line with 'ol Arch was if he3 liked to talk to you,you didn't care if he ran by you a different version of the same story . It was just a pleasure to be in his presence.

Gorilla Jones vs Freddie Steele
1 January 1937

Joe Louis vs Abe Simon II
21 March 1941

Sugar Ray Robinson

Mando Ramos

I know Mando had a lot of friends who post on here so i would just like to say to you all.
I was so sad to hear of his passing away the other day. Of course i did not know Mando personally but i felt i knew him a little if only in my heart because of guys like you who had told me so many wonderful story's about him and the exciting and colourful fighter he was.

I offer from the bottom of my hear my deepest condolences to his wife Sylvia and his family and friends. When ever i think of Mando now a song keeps creeping into my head, i think it sums the little champion up so well and could have been wrote just for him. GOD BLESS YOU CHAMP



And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

Yes, it was my way

Wildhawke11 wrote:I know Mando had a lot of friends who post on here so i would just like to say to you all.
I was so sad to hear of his passing away the other day. Of course i did not know Mando personally but i felt i knew him a little if only in my heart because of guys like you who had told me so many wonderful story's about him and the exciting and colourful fighter he was.

I offer from the bottom of my hear my deepest condolences to his wife Sylvia and his family and friends. When ever i think of Mando now a song keeps creeping into my head, i think it sums the little champion up so well and could have been wrote just for him. GOD BLESS YOU CHAMP



And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I travelled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way,
"Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!

Yes, it was my way

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1tGdoA6mCc

When I was in high school back in the early '50's I had a pal called Dennis Heiny. Funny name,but this guy was one tough dude. He didn't care about studyin', and school was just a place to meet up with guys like him. I'll tell ya' though,if he was on your side you know you had good back up. I played sports,but Dennis wasn't into organized sports. I guess the closest he got to sports was street fighting. He really enjoyed fighting. After a fight he'd get to laughin' about it. I guess you could say he was a little crazy. Maybe that's why we got along. Dennis was up for anything.

Here's the thing that always got me about Dennis. He had the best looking girlfriend in school. Her name was Lita. She was on the honor role,but she wasn't conceited. Now let me tell ya' about her looks. She was built. She looked older than a high school girl. She was boomin'. A minature Jane Mansfield when it came to her figure,but she didn't do that dumb routine. In fact she was quiet and to herself. She didn't want many friends. She wasn't a rich girl and didn't run with the social set. Her life was gettin' good grades and Dennis.

Man ,I always was wonderin' what it would have been like to have a tumble with her. Funny,Dennis always seemed to be bored around her. She was the one trying to keep him in tow.
Well when I wasn't with any females,it was down to TJ for physical relief. Now I ain't proud of that,but I just told you guys so I ain't that ashamed. Besides those were the glory days of that sin hole. 5 bucks would get you a couple of House Specials at the Hotel Nelson,a big pitcher of Mexicali Beer at the Long Bar,then after all moral codes had disappearted,it was over to the Blue Fox to get throwed and blowed. After all that,it was a ham torta for a quarter. Believe it or not you still had change from the "fin."

Evidently Dennis thought a night like this in TJ was more exciting than exploring the world of Lita. He'd break every date with her to go to Tijuana and become a degenerate. One night after he tells Lita to shove off,I go to his house to pick him up. Destination sin.

Well Dennis lived with his uncle who was an ex pug. This guy's mug looked like he got in a hatchet fight and forgot his hatchet. On top of it,his uncle was a full blown rummy. I go over there and see Dennis's uncle sitting in this old beat up chair watching The Lawrence Welk Show. I don't catch the drift and I say,"Who in the hell likes this crap?"
I look up and see Dennis tryin' to catch my attention with a wave of his hand,but it's too late. His uncle;s sitting there with about 4 days growth and a glass of warm bourbon snarls at me and says,"You got somethin' against Lawrence Welk?"
I blew it. "Why no. I like Lawrence Welk. Especially the Lennon Sisters."
"That's more like it. Now get the hell out of here." he snarls again.

I never drove so fast to TJ in my life.

dagosd2000 wrote:When I was in high school back in the early '50's I had a pal called Dennis Heiny. Funny name,but this guy was one tough dude. He didn't care about dtudyin, and school was just a place to meet up wiith guys like him. I'll tell ya' though,if was on your side you know you had good back up. I played sports,but Dennis wasn't into organized sports. I guess the closest he got to sports was street fighting. He really enjoyed fighting. After a fight he'd get to laughin' about it. I guess you could say he was a little crazy. Maybe that's why we got along. Dennis was up for anything.

Here's the thing that always got me about Dennis. He had the best looking girlfriend in school. Her name was Lita. She was on the honor role,but she wasn't conceited. Now let me tell ya' about her looks. She was built. She looked older than a high school girl. She was boomin' a minature Jane Mansfield when it came to her figure,but she didn't do that dumb routine. In fact she was quiet and to herself. She didn't want many friends. She wasn't a rich girl and didn't run with the social set. Her life was gettin' good grades and Dennis.

Man ,I always was wonderin' what it would have been like to have a tumble with her. Funny,Dennis always seemed to be bored around her. She was the one trying to keep him in tow.
Well when I wasn't with any females,it was down to TJ for physical relief. Now I ain't proud of that,but I just told you guys so I ain't that ashamed. Besides those were the glory days of that sin hole. % bucks would get you a couple of House Specials at the Hotel Nelson,a big pitcher of Mexicali Beer at the Long Bar,then after all moral codes had disappearted,it was over to the Blue Fox to get throwed and bowed. After all that,it was a ham torta for a quarter. Believe it or not you still had change from the saw buck.

Evidently Dennis thought a night like this in TJ was more evciting than exploring the world of Lita. He'd break every date with her to go to Tijuana and become a degenerate. One night after he tells Lita to sove off,I go to his house to pick him up. Destination sin.

Well Dennis lived with his uncle who was an ex pug. This guy's mug looked like he got in a hatchet fight and forgot his hatchet. On top of it,his uncle was a full blown rummy. I go over there and see Dennis's uncle sitting in this old beat up chair watching The Lawrence Welk Show. I don't catch the drift and I say,"Who in the hell likes this crap?"
I look up and see Dennis tryin' to catch my attention with a wave of his hand,but it's too late. His uncle sitting there with about 4 days growth and a glass of warm bourbon snarls at me and says,"You got somethin' against Lawrence Welk?"
I blew it. "Why no. I like Lawrence Welk. Especially the Lennon Sisters."
"That's more like it. Now get the hell out of here." he snarls again.

I never drove so fast to TJ in my life.

Great stuff Dagos.
Lawrence Welk!
My Grandmother was 35 years a Chicago Cop back in the days when there were none.
She even worked in homicide for awhile.
She was tough as nails but a complete lady.She didnt have to act like a guy to get her point across.
Anyway, the one thing that could get her pissed off was somebody bothering her when her favorite show was on.
You guessed it...Lawrence Welk.

Expug wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:When I was in high school back in the early '50's I had a pal called Dennis Heiny. Funny name,but this guy was one tough dude. He didn't care about dtudyin, and school was just a place to meet up wiith guys like him. I'll tell ya' though,if was on your side you know you had good back up. I played sports,but Dennis wasn't into organized sports. I guess the closest he got to sports was street fighting. He really enjoyed fighting. After a fight he'd get to laughin' about it. I guess you could say he was a little crazy. Maybe that's why we got along. Dennis was up for anything.

Here's the thing that always got me about Dennis. He had the best looking girlfriend in school. Her name was Lita. She was on the honor role,but she wasn't conceited. Now let me tell ya' about her looks. She was built. She looked older than a high school girl. She was boomin' a minature Jane Mansfield when it came to her figure,but she didn't do that dumb routine. In fact she was quiet and to herself. She didn't want many friends. She wasn't a rich girl and didn't run with the social set. Her life was gettin' good grades and Dennis.

Man ,I always was wonderin' what it would have been like to have a tumble with her. Funny,Dennis always seemed to be bored around her. She was the one trying to keep him in tow.
Well when I wasn't with any females,it was down to TJ for physical relief. Now I ain't proud of that,but I just told you guys so I ain't that ashamed. Besides those were the glory days of that sin hole. % bucks would get you a couple of House Specials at the Hotel Nelson,a big pitcher of Mexicali Beer at the Long Bar,then after all moral codes had disappearted,it was over to the Blue Fox to get throwed and bowed. After all that,it was a ham torta for a quarter. Believe it or not you still had change from the saw buck.

Evidently Dennis thought a night like this in TJ was more evciting than exploring the world of Lita. He'd break every date with her to go to Tijuana and become a degenerate. One night after he tells Lita to sove off,I go to his house to pick him up. Destination sin.

Well Dennis lived with his uncle who was an ex pug. This guy's mug looked like he got in a hatchet fight and forgot his hatchet. On top of it,his uncle was a full blown rummy. I go over there and see Dennis's uncle sitting in this old beat up chair watching The Lawrence Welk Show. I don't catch the drift and I say,"Who in the hell likes this crap?"
I look up and see Dennis tryin' to catch my attention with a wave of his hand,but it's too late. His uncle sitting there with about 4 days growth and a glass of warm bourbon snarls at me and says,"You got somethin' against Lawrence Welk?"
I blew it. "Why no. I like Lawrence Welk. Especially the Lennon Sisters."
"That's more like it. Now get the hell out of here." he snarls again.

I never drove so fast to TJ in my life.

Great stuff Dagos.
Lawrence Welk!
My Grandmother was 35 years a Chicago Cop back in the days when there were none.
She even worked in homicide for awhile.
She was tough as nails but a complete lady.She didnt have to act like a guy to get her point across.
Anyway, the one thing that could get her pissed off was somebody bothering her when her favorite show was on.
You guessed it...Lawrence Welk.

Remember Mitch Miller? Everyone around the TV singin' to the bouncin' ball? Believe it or not Mitch Miler ran with a pretty fast group of musicains.

BTW I never miss an episode of Lawrence Welk when they show the reruns. Maybe Dennis's uncle was smarter than he looked.

That show is a real slice of Americana.
Lemme see , for quality television I'd go with Boxing, wrestling(the classics now, not the new stuff), Roller Derby, John Wayne movies , Gunsmoke and Lawrence Welk.
What else do ya need?

Expug wrote:That show is a real slice of Americana.
Lemme see , for quality television I'd go with Boxing, wrestling(the classics now, not the new stuff), Roller Derby, John Wayne movies , Gunsmoke and Lawrence Welk.
What else do ya need?

Now Pug before you read this,I want you to sit down. OK?

I was reading an interview with James Arness.(Gunsmoke was my favorite Western on TV). James Arness is a Hari Krishna. Sorry I had to tell you that. Tijuana is a twenty minute drive down the road to get my mind off that. It's been a while since I've been to the Windy City.

Pug I choose to believe that James Arness is suffering from Alzheimers. No way Marshall Dillon is a Hari Krishna. I still believe in Santa. No Commie SOB is going to tell me different.

When you mentioned classic wrestling,you said a lot. When TV first came on,they didn't have many programs. They filled up air time with boxing,wrestling, and stock car racing,

You can't believe all the old ladies that went in for wrestling. Vern Gagne,Lou Thesz,Gorgeous George,And I'll tell you my favorite: Bruno Sammartino. No roids with this guy. In those days strongmen did feats of stregnth. Ripping telephone books in half,bending spikes,and wrapping tire irons around the back of their necks and making them look like horse shoes. Now that's entertainment!!!

Yeah Dagos, maybe this Hare Krishna thing is just a "Faze" that Marshall Dillon is going through.
How the f..k would he get his gunbelt around the robes?
Lou Thesz has always been my favorite wrestler.
He was legitimately a very dangerous guy.
A real hooker.

Where's my buddy Frank? I bet he's washing dishes and vacuuming. I bet he's a real little homemaker. He's like me. He can't cook. He says he burns water. OK,I told you that Tijuana story. That was pretty self incrimminating so I guess I can tell the world this.

I've never fried an egg. I wouldn't know where to start. In fact the idea of frying an egg makes me nervous. I get anxiety attacks just thinking of it.

Did i ever tell you guys the story of how I took a dare and jumped off a 60 foot cliff down at the beach in the middle of the night with no moon head first between these giant rocks into the ocean? I'll do that anytime to keep me from cookin' an egg.

dagosd2000 wrote:Where's my buddy Frank? I bet he's washing dishes and vacuuming. I bet he's a real little homemaker. He's like me. He can't cook. He says he burns water. OK,I told you that Tijuana story. That was pretty self incrimminating so I guess I can tell the world this.

I've never fried an egg. I wouldn't know where to start. In fact the idea of frying an egg makes me nervous. I get anxiety attacks just thinking of it.

Did i ever tell you guys the story of how I took a dare and jumped off a 60 foot cliff down at the beach in the middle of the night with no moon head first between these gisnt rocks into the ocean? I'll do that anytime to keep me from cookin' an egg.

I'm here, and I'm been a bitch.... , will be for a couple of months..... :x

Expug wrote:Yeah Dagos, maybe this Hare Krishna thing is just a "Faze" that Marshall Dillon is going through.
How the f..k would he get his gunbelt around the robes?
Lou Thesz has always been my favorite wrestler.
He was legitimately a very dangerous guy.
A real hooker.

Pug
Speaking of real hookers. I told you the one about Georgina who used to dance at the Boom Boom Club. i'm taking Frank there to give him a break from all the house work.

Marquez has a lot on the line against Casamayor

By Robert Morales

Juan Manuel Marquez is one of the few today who can lose and still remain a consensus top 10 pound-for-pound fighter. He is that good.

If he had his druthers, he would be tuning up for his third fight with pound-for-pound king Manny Pacquiao in order to continue to prove that. But since that is not going to happen just yet, Marquez is doing the next best thing by moving up in weight and challenging Joel Casamayor for his interim lightweight world championship.

They will get it on Sept. 13 at MGM Grand in Las Vegas. It's not exactly what most would consider a pay-per-view main event. But HBO will indeed televise

this Golden Boy Promotions card on its pay-per-view arm for $44.95.

The parties got together Tuesday at a news conference in Los Angeles to formally announce what has the potential to be a thriller. Casamayor may have just turned 37 on Saturday, but he showed last March that he is as vicious as ever when he stopped Michael Katsidis in the 10th round.

Casamayor was down once, Katsidis three times in a brutal fight. It was the first loss for Katsidis, a heavy hitting 27-year-old with an all-out attacking style.

In other words, Mexico's Marquez may be the early betting favorite, but he could be in for one of the most punishing fights of his career by taking on Cuba's Casamayor. Not only has Casamayor been a full-blown lightweight for four years, he can be very dirty in a given fight.
Marquez was not even a big 130-pound junior lightweight when he lost a split decision to Pacquiao in their second fight last March. And he's two months away from stepping into the ring with a hard-nosed 135-pound lightweight who will not hesitate to rough him up.

But you don't think that's going to scare Marquez, do you? Not a chance.

"He wanted the third fight with Pacquiao real bad," said Golden Boy matchmaker Eric Gomez, who said a deal offered Pacquiao was rejected. "So Juan Manuel said, 'Get me the next best thing.' "

Gomez said Nate Campbell, another lightweight champion, turned down Marquez.

"So the next best thing was Casamayor," Gomez said.

Gomez, like everyone present Tuesday, agreed that Marquez more than has his hands full with Casamayor. Heck, he could have fought a tune-up fight and no one would have complained. Then he could have approached Pacquiao again for something early next year.
Chances are that Bob Arum, Pacquiao's promoter, wants to let a third fight between Pacquiao and Marquez build to a fever pitch before making it. By early next year fans would be hot for that. Marquez certainly deserves it. As his promoter, Oscar De La Hoya, attests.
"He had great fights against Manny Pacquiao," De La Hoya said, "which both could have gone either way."

In their first fight in May 2004, Marquez got off the canvas three times in the first round. He came back to earn a 12-round draw. There were more than a few reporters who had Marquez winning. This one had Marquez coming all the way back to win by one point.

But again, there is no Marquez-Pacquiao III, so Casamayor it is.

"Casamayor is a great fighter, a great boxer, a great champion," Marquez said. "This fight at 135 is going to be very difficult for me, but possible to win."

Marquez went on to say that he wants to win for his country, for his Mexican people because the event is coming around the Sept. 16 Mexican Independence Day.

Well, the only way Marquez is going to feel he has his independence is if he gets that third fight with Pacquiao and finally emerges victorious. The thing is he has put himself in a position where he has to move up in weight and take on a rugged guy like Casamayor - and win.

If Marquez gets bombed out because he just isn't big enough to keep the left-handed Casamayor (36-3-1, 22 KOs) off him, it is doubtful Arum and Pacquiao would still entertain a third fight.

Marquez apparently couldn't care less about the risk.

"Moving up to 135 isn't going to be an easy task," De La Hoya said. "But Marquez, like the champion he is, is going to continue fighting the best to prove he is the great fighter he is."
This isn't just promoter rhetoric. Let's face it, Marquez has never received his just recognition even though he has been one of the best fighters in the world for the better part of this decade. Even Casamayor was impressed about Marquez making this move to challenge him for his belt. He said other star fighters over the years have not stepped up to the plate in this fashion.

"Nobody has wanted to fight me," Casamayor said. "Not (Marco Antonio) Barrera, not Pacquiao, not (Erik) Morales. It just shows what kind of a fighter Marquez is."

Marquez, 34, is going to have to be all that and more if he is going to make this move up a success. With a record of 48-4-1 and 35 knockouts, Marquez has a more than respectable knockout ratio. But he's not a one-punch knockout artist, and it's somewhat difficult to fathom that he is going to be able to dissuade Casamayor from coming full steam ahead.
Katsidis could't discourage Casamayor with his legimate lightweight power punches.

"I never thought that kid (Katsidis) would be that tough," Casamayor marveled, looking up and rolling his eyes for effect. "He was a lot tougher than people thought. It was a great fight, not only for me and Katsidis, but for the fans."

The hope here is that Marquez-Casamayor provide fans another great fight. The $44.95 demands it.

Robert Morales can be reached at [email protected]