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kikibalt wrote:There is a thread in "Boxers of the past" about the Bobby Chacon vs Bazooka Limon 4, I was there for that fight and the thread reminded me about something that happened after the fight, the commish was looking for Bobby to get a urine sample and they couldn't fine him, a friend of mine who is a big name in the boxing community told the commish "Don't worry, I'll fine him and get the urine sample for you" he grab a clean beer cup, went to the men's room and piss in the cup and he turns that into the commish as Bobby's sample, and it passed!... :P

Love it.
Only in boxing

kikibalt wrote:
And then, this Irish lad walked in

Dagos, how could you have forgotten about my Uncle John so soon?
I thought you two had become buddies.

kikibalt wrote:There is a thread in "Boxers of the past" about the Bobby Chacon vs Bazooka Limon 4, I was there for that fight and the thread reminded me about something that happened after the fight, the commish was looking for Bobby to get a urine sample and they couldn't fine him, a friend of mine who is a big name in the boxing community told the commish "Don't worry, I'll fine him and get the urine sample for you" he grab a clean beer cup, went to the men's room and piss in the cup and he turns that into the commish as Bobby's sample, and it passed!... :P

I like that.

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
And then, this Irish lad walked in

Dagos, how could you have forgotten about my Uncle John so soon?
I thought you two had become buddies.

Pug
Took a stroll over to former Candian Light Heavy Champ Burke Emery's joint for a beer. Your Uncle john was setting up the bar. Had on a "Free James Brown "T Shirt.

kikibalt wrote:

Seamus wrote:Only knew of Harry Caray's restaurant in River North, which was pretty pricey with washroom attendents.

It had to be a class joint...

Saw Harry the last year he was at Wrigley. During 7th inning stretch,he'd lead the crowd in singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game." By that time he was full of Budweiser. Well he stands up to swing his arms and lead the fans in song and he knocks over his beer and splashes everyone under him. Didn't even know what he did. Everyone was laughing. I think the wet ones below felt they were blessed and honored to be soaked by Harry. Another Chicago character that was loved in that town.

Dagosd

Did you ever make it to McCuddy's across from the old Comiskey Park, before it was torn down ? What a history that place had.

Seamus wrote:Dagosd

Did you ever make it to McCuddy's across from the old Comiskey Park, before it was torn down ? What a history that place had.

No I didn't,but my dad talked about that place. Torn Down. i get frustrated that so many Americans don't adhere to their history and traditions. What can replace a place like McCuddy's that would be so meaningfull? I know money is behind this,but maybe I'm too sentimental. There's a guy I know from New York that doesn't care less about tearing down Yankee Stadium. I'm waiting for the young people to lose the importance of Wrigley and raze the place. When that happens,you know not enough people care. That's one of the things I like about Europe. Young people still cherish the history of their cities. Even a club like the Moulon Rouge in Paris,which is nothing like it was even 50 years ago,still is in operation. Parisians would never replace it.

McCuddy's get's a good mention in James T Farrell's "My Baseball Diary". You'll love this, because McCuddy's wife was Italian, and she used to wash the White Sox uniforms, babysit Comiskey's kids, and frequently had opposing teams over for spaghetti dinners at the tavern. This was in the teens and twenties and supposedly everyone from Shoeless Joe Jackson to Ty Cobb to Babe Ruth was over for dinner. I was in the tavern a couple times in the early 80's, but didn't know the history at the time.

Back in the 70's, Dick Allen used to occasionally walk out of the stadium when the Sox were at bat and down a shot at the tavern and walk back. Supposedly when teammates complained, Manager Chuck Tanner, said "Lead the league in Home Runs and you can do it too"

One thing I forgot to mention about Archie Moore. He was at a lot of his boys' baseball and football games in San Diego. Jackie Robinson Park and Luckey Waller Field. You'd see him watching his kids perform. They were pretty good. One of his sons(I forget his name)played football at Mesa Junior College in the area.

Here's the thing that always struck me about ethnic athletes. At least back in the day. That's important. The Black and Mexican athletes,very much so with the fighters,blended in almost un noticed. They were equal with everyone. Sometimes I would see White people who never saw Moore except in a boxing ring on TV,fawn too much over him. He was polite,but really didn't want to talk that much to them. But the people in South East San Diego saw Moore as a neighbor. They had no hidden agendas with him. They didn't want anything from him. Moore loved San Diego because the neighborhood let him be himself. He was not extravagant. He felt a real part of South East San Diego.I'd see him talking to old ladies ,who probably never saw a prize fight, and he'd be talking to them about how to cook chicken.

I was just at Burke Emery's place down the street. He told me one of Archie's sons likes to eat in the Italian restaurant next door once in a while. Maybe I can ask him over to my sister's house for lasagna one evening.

Seamus wrote:McCuddy's get's a good mention in James T Farrell's "My Baseball Diary". You'll love this, because McCuddy's wife was Italian, and she used to wash the White Sox uniforms, babysit Comiskey's kids, and frequently had opposing teams over for spaghetti dinners at the tavern. This was in the teens and twenties and supposedly everyone from Shoeless Joe Jackson to Ty Cobb to Babe Ruth was over for dinner. I was in the tavern a couple times in the early 80's, but didn't know the history at the time.

Back in the 70's, Dick Allen used to occasionally walk out of the stadium when the Sox were at bat and down a shot at the tavern and walk back. Supposedly when teammates complained, Manager Chuck Tanner, said "Lead the league in Home Runs and you can do it too"

Frank can tell you better than me of all the landmarks that are gone in LA. Ambassador Hotel,Brown Derby Restaurant,the Pike Amusement Park. The Olympic Auditorium is a Korean Church. Old Wrigley Field. Yes, the Cubs farm team played in LA's Wrigley Field. Why do I miss these kinds of places? Aside from the history and memories,they were pretty. Pretty to look at. Now why would someone want to destroy something that's pretty to look at?

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
And then, this Irish lad walked in

Dagos, how could you have forgotten about my Uncle John so soon?
I thought you two had become buddies.

Hey Pug . . . I've invited your uncle John to the WBHOF banquet and he'll be sitting between Roger and Frank. Rick

Before signing off,I want to tell you guys a way not to get junk mail on your computer. DON'T EVER BUY A TICKET ONLINE TO A DODGER GAME. 5 years ago,I got an urge to go up and watch the Dodgers play the Padres. I bought a single bleacher ticket on line.

Since then,between the Dodgers and Major League Baseball,I must get 10 emails a day from these people. I used to go to the Olympic once in a while to catch a good fight. Only thing I got from that place was getting hit with a cup of beer.

Rick Farris wrote:

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
And then, this Irish lad walked in

Dagos, how could you have forgotten about my Uncle John so soon?
I thought you two had become buddies.

Hey Pug . . . I've invited your uncle John to the WBHOF banquet and he'll be sitting between Roger and Frank. Rick

Rick
Promise me you get a picture of that

raylawpc wrote:Hey Frank - I'm Back



My new Dell is up-and-running and internet connected! No more iPhone (and borrowing my son's computer) to connect with you guys!

I loved Arnie in The Terminator (the first one). Let us face it, the guy is so robotic anyway it is the only part he was born to play.

kikibalt wrote:
Zora Folley vs Henry Cooper

Henry getting spanked again. Even Jim Wicks couldn't find a credible excuse for this one.

kikibalt wrote:
Here is Freddie Steele (R) with Young Gibbons

Freddie Steele looks like Ketchel - wild-eyed and carved out of granite. I loved those footwork scenes in Gentleman Jim. I googled it the the other day just to make sure I got the name of the film right and Flynn regards it as his favourite role.

dagosd2000 wrote:

Expug wrote:Dagos, Milwaukee Ave is still going strong.
You can get great Perogis all over the place.

Hey Pug I'm gonna' start somethin' here. Benny said the Irish are crazy. I wanted to ask him what they ate over there in England besides Fish and Chips. They have more fast food joints than the States. Now that's crazy.

Sorry, Rog. We seem to like roast meat the best, say, roast pork with plenty of roast potatoes, vegetables and gravy, apple sauce on the side - marvellous. For desert, we like something with custard. There's a line in the Porridge movie which always makes me laugh. Oakesy escapes from prison and heads for the sun and Fletcher, the convict wag left behind, says, "He'll hate it, they always do. He'll miss kippers, or custard."
The fast food joints are for the pissheads over here. The binge-drinking culture in Britain is entrenched, every Friday and Saturday night. Then they get hungry and eat that shit they serve up, before staggering home.

kikibalt wrote:
This is for Bennie....

Thanks, Frankie.

Rick Farris wrote:

Expug wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
And then, this Irish lad walked in

Dagos, how could you have forgotten about my Uncle John so soon?
I thought you two had become buddies.

Hey Pug . . . I've invited your uncle John to the WBHOF banquet and he'll be sitting between Roger and Frank. Rick

Wonderful!
Roger and Frank will appreciate that Im sure.
Whatever you do though Rick, dont let Uncle John anywhere near a michrophone.

Photos by Scarface

Sorry Dan, but Bennie said that was your name from now on.....


The bout that made history. Yori Boy Campas defending his IBF Jr.
Middleweight title against Pedro Ortega and the first world title fight
being officiated by a female referee. Gwen Adair.



Carlos Ortiz and Rick Farris


Rick Farris and Gwen Adair


Marvin Johnson and Yaqui Lopez

EL CHOLO

I did enough walikng for now.The leg was starting to cramp. I was thirsty. It was hot. My car was parked on the corner. I saw a little aborrotes on the corner. I limped inside. Behind the counter was a big strong looking Mexican guy.
"Tienes choco milk?"
"Yeah,en la cooler."
I grabbed a bottle of chocolate milk and a Mexican cookie.
"Quiero leche regular,"I said.
""Naw",said the big dude."It's the other bottle."
"Speak English?"
"Both."

I'd say he was around 30 . Pretty buff. Tattoos on his forearms. Wearing a shirt that said "Los Angeles" in old English writing. I asked him if he lived in Jiquilpan.
"Yeah,for a few years now. My wife is from here. I wasn't planning on staying. But I met my wife here. Have two girls."
"Me and my wife built a home here. By the Guadalupe Church,"I said.
"You want a bag?"
"No. I can handle it. Got to have the milk with the fat though."
"I know what you mean. More flavor."
I asked the big guy if he liked Jiquilpan. I could tell he'd done time somewhere from the tattoos,but didn't ask him nothing about that.
"Yeah,I think I'm going to stay. Have some family here. Had to get away from LA."
"What part of LA?"
The big guy laughed.
"The wrong parts."
"Me and the wife will retire here after I get paying for my grandkids music lessons. We go to Spain every year so they can study."

The dude was a handsome guy. Tough looking. You knew he was street wise.
"At first,I was stir crazy. Restless. Now I've learned to relax",he said.
"It's peacefull here",I said.
"I'm going to sell the store. Get out from behind here. Feel couped up."
Behind the counter ,on the wall,I could see a photograph of his wife and two girls. He was wearing the "Los Angeles" shirt.

"What have you got going?",I asked.
"My wifes family has some property. Going to fix it up. Rent it out."
"Really don't need that much to get by."
"LA. was getting to expensive."
"It's getting costly."
"It's so tranquil here. No fights in the street. People are so friendly. Everyone you pass says good morning ."
"That's one of the reasons I like it here amigo."
"Yes,"said the big guy."I was thinking of going back,but I'm going to stay."
He seemed relieved to say that to me.
"How much do I owe you?"
"It's on me today. It was nice talking to you."
"Thanks pal. It's OK?"
"Sure. You sure you don't want a bag?"
"Naw,I'm going to eat it in the car."
We shook hands hard and looked at each other.
"Well I'll be back,"I said.
"If I don't sell the store first."

As I walked out an old man entered walking with a cane. As my back was to them,I heard the old man say,"Dios." I got in the car. My leg hurt. I looked at the store. The big guy was standing outside . He gave me a wave..

Photos by diego


Burke Emery trainer and manager of Art Hafey. Canadian Light Heavy Champ. Canadian Boxing Hall of Fame. Owner of Champ's Lounge. Best local bar around. and diego

kikibalt wrote:Photos by Scarface

Sorry Dan, but Bennie said that was your name from now on.....


The bout that made history. Yori Boy Campas defending his IBF Jr.
Middleweight title against Pedro Ortega and the first world title fight
being officiated by a female referee. Gwen Adair.



Carlos Ortiz and Rick Farris


Rick Farris and Gwen Adair


Marvin Johnson and Yaqui Lopez

Ortiz sure knew what he was doing in a ring. Crafty dude. Gave Battling Torres fits. Same with Laguna. Like a guy that knows the art of boxing.

Rick
You know Gwen Adair. She seems like a gal that can hang with the fellas' and still keep her femininity. Those gals are rare to find. Female jazz singers were like that. A complete woman.Fun to be with.

You know, you can still buy milk in glass bottles at this dairy in Montebello, Ca.