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Expug wrote:Rog, you reminded me of when us micks used to drive around with dates in the car, we'd always joke about how we werent gonna drive around Italian style.
Guys in the front seat , girls in the backseat was Italian style to us.
I dont know where the hell we got that, it was funny to us knuckleheads in the late seventies.

Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:Rog, you reminded me of when us micks used to drive around with dates in the car, we'd always joke about how we werent gonna drive around Italian style.
Guys in the front seat , girls in the backseat was Italian style to us.
I dont know where the hell we got that, it was funny to us knuckleheads in the late seventies.

It was a big thing with Chicanos to go cruising on the weekend. Cruising down Whittier Bl was the thing to do. It was packed with girls, car clubs and just a bunch of guys looking for a good time, or a fight. The thing is and maybe it's just a thing with Chicanos but we wouldn't be caught dead sitting three guys in the front. It was called "sitting pussy". Whenever there was an odd man out someone would invariably ask "Who's sitting pussy?". Sometimes a fight would breakout just to see who was sitting shotgun or pussy. It wasn't so big a deal in the back seat but it was taboo in the front. It just wasn't manly. Funny thing is, even here in Los Angeles I had always heard it the same way, three girls in the back, three guys in the front, was Italian style. I have no clue where that came from. maybe the movies.

Randy

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.


"Jr."

By Diego

A guy lucky he's not fighting in his father's era. I've never seen a more "protevted" Mexican boxer. I believe that in do course, we will see Junior flattened by a ham & egger.

-Rick

Expug wrote:

Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:Rog, you reminded me of when us micks used to drive around with dates in the car, we'd always joke about how we werent gonna drive around Italian style.
Guys in the front seat , girls in the backseat was Italian style to us.
I dont know where the hell we got that, it was funny to us knuckleheads in the late seventies.

It was a big thing with Chicanos to go cruising on the weekend. Cruising down Whittier Bl was the thing to do. It was packed with girls, car clubs and just a bunch of guys looking for a good time, or a fight. The thing is and maybe it's just a thing with Chicanos but we wouldn't be caught dead sitting three guys in the front. It was called "sitting pussy". Whenever there was an odd man out someone would invariably ask "Who's sitting pussy?". Sometimes a fight would breakout just to see who was sitting shotgun or pussy. It wasn't so big a deal in the back seat but it was taboo in the front. It just wasn't manly. Funny thing is, even here in Los Angeles I had always heard it the same way, three girls in the back, three guys in the front, was Italian style. I have no clue where that came from. maybe the movies.

Randy

We always joked about the other ethnicities growong up , but the truth is , I love the Italian people and culture as well as the Mexican and Chicano people and there cultures.
These are people with heart .

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.


"Jr."

By Diego

A guy lucky he's not fighting in his father's era. I've never seen a more "protevted" Mexican boxer. I believe that in do course, we will see Junior flattened by a ham & egger.

-Rick

kikibalt wrote:

dagosd2000 wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Julio Cesar Chavez Jr.


"Jr."

By Diego

A guy lucky he's not fighting in his father's era. I've never seen a more "protevted" Mexican boxer. I believe that in do course, we will see Junior flattened by a ham & egger.

-Rick

Rick
What gets me is with all the money Sr. made,you'd think he would have hired the best trainers and management group that would have steered this kid properly. An extensive amateur backround and exposure. This kid never had an amateur fight! he could have been brought up like a Leonard or a Frazier. All you see is the old man screaming and boasting ringside at his son's fights. I saw this kid fight at a night club in TJ about 5 years ago. I think it might have been his first fight. I swear pal it was a fight in a whorehouse.

I believe there should be a seperation between fighting and f-----g. It was demeaning to see such a spectacle.What a disorderly crowd of criminals and degenerates(including myself). The bathroom looked like the Crystal Palace. Narcs,cops. Who were the good guys? Who were the bad guys? One and the same. More dope and guns in that place(Pulgas, which means Fleas)than the Tj Police Headquarters. I'm sure Frank would have loved to have unlimited resources to bring his sons along. Sr. had the dough. Or did he blow it all in that whorehouse were his son was fighting?

Rick Farris wrote:Some Trivia . . .

For some reason, when I think of our pal Dagos, the late Rocky Marciano comes to mind. Both are Italian-Americans, and both have an imposing presence with a warmth about them. We all know the the Rock was never beaten in 49 fights, and won 43 of them by knockout. Only six of Rocky's fights went the distance, and only five men can claim to have taken Rocky to the final bell. One of them, did it twice. Who was it? Ez Charles? La Starza? NO. It was "Tiger" Ted Lowry of Rhode Island.

This "forgotten" contender not only remained on his feet against the Rock in two bouts, he was standing at the final bell, both times. Now if you think that Lowry must have been a rock-chinned catcher that took a beating from Rocky, study the bouts, and you'll discover that most thought Lowry whipped Marciano fair & square in the first match. The newspapers all had Ted winning the first bout by a margin of 6-4 after ten rounds. When they fought again, Lowry concededs that Marciano deserved the nod.

I can't tell you about Ted Lowry like the guy who taught me, John Bardelli, but John did more than provide documented history, he literally shared a recorded telephone conversation, an intervew, he had with Lowry a few years back.

If you look at Ted's record of over a hundred fights, you'll see that he fought a "who's who" of boxing greats, including another Italian legend, Joey Maxim. In the Maxim bout, Ted was promised a title fight if he carried Maxim thru the final bell. The result was a disputed decision loss and, of course, no title shot. When you see the number of losses on Ted's record one of "today's" so-called "experts" might think Ted was a loser. But they don't understand the bigger picture of Ted's era. Sometimes you just had to play ball with the powers that be, if you didn't you would be black balled and not be able to fight against anybody, or anywhere. The people who ran boxing in those days had a long reach, and called shots in boxing worldwide.

But let's get back to Lowry, now well into his eighties, still living in his native Rhode Island, and still living boxing, now as a trainer, one who teaches amateurs. His mind? Well, after all those fights in such a tough era, against so many greats, his mind must be a little soft, wouldn't you think? Well, like the great Archie Moore before his death, Ted Lowry is as sharp as a tack, and his recall is brilliant.

Such a warm individual I listened to, as John Bardelli replayed his recorded interview of Lowry to me. John Bardelli is a true historian, one who knows boxing from it's roots, the son of Hall of Fame light-heavyweight Young Firpo, (Guido Bardelli). I won't attempt to share all I heard that day, but it was certainly an education of boxing from that great era, an education from "the inside".

Frank, I must once again impose upon you to do us a favor here and ask if you'll post the record of "Tiger" Ted Lowry. You raised a Tiger yourself, one that became a contender. It would be fun to checkout the fights of another Tiger, from an earlier era.

-Rick Farris

Expug wrote:

Randyman wrote:

Expug wrote:Rog, you reminded me of when us micks used to drive around with dates in the car, we'd always joke about how we werent gonna drive around Italian style.
Guys in the front seat , girls in the backseat was Italian style to us.
I dont know where the hell we got that, it was funny to us knuckleheads in the late seventies.

It was a big thing with Chicanos to go cruising on the weekend. Cruising down Whittier Bl was the thing to do. It was packed with girls, car clubs and just a bunch of guys looking for a good time, or a fight. The thing is and maybe it's just a thing with Chicanos but we wouldn't be caught dead sitting three guys in the front. It was called "sitting pussy". Whenever there was an odd man out someone would invariably ask "Who's sitting pussy?". Sometimes a fight would breakout just to see who was sitting shotgun or pussy. It wasn't so big a deal in the back seat but it was taboo in the front. It just wasn't manly. Funny thing is, even here in Los Angeles I had always heard it the same way, three girls in the back, three guys in the front, was Italian style. I have no clue where that came from. maybe the movies.

Randy

We always joked about the other ethnicities growong up , but the truth is , I love the Italian people and culture as well as the Mexican and Chicano people and there cultures.
These are people with heart .

Expug wrote:Rog, A Salami sandwich sounds real good about now.
I told my wife the other day that I should have told her a long time ago, I have one request in our marriage.Please dont ever buy me any f...in thing that I gotta assemble.
I hate that shit.
Whatever it is buy it already built.
Duke the clerk an extra twenty, just buy it already built.

dagosd2000 wrote:

Expug wrote:Rog, A Salami sandwich sounds real good about now.
I told my wife the other day that I should have told her a long time ago, I have one request in our marriage.Please dont ever buy me any f...in thing that I gotta assemble.
I hate that shit.
Whatever it is buy it already built.
Duke the clerk an extra twenty, just buy it already built.

I srear there was amoment when I was thinking of killing both of them. All this rage was coming out.over a stupid chair. A salami sandwich. Here's one. I don't know if it's just me or an Italian thing. But after making love,I get out of bed and make a salami sandwich. Italian men really aren't the greetest romantics. Only to get them to marry you. Then it's to the refrigerator for the salami sandwich. Valentino ,I'm not.

Expug wrote:Thank you Randy.

By the way, I have read some of your Writing on other sites .
Absolutely brilliant stuff.

dagosd2000 wrote:

Expug wrote:Thank you Randy.

By the way, I have read some of your Writing on other sites .
Absolutely brilliant stuff.

Agree Pug. Randy's site is for real. OUTSTANDING!!!

Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had a spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to him made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.

Expug wrote:Randy was interviewed at I believe Ringsidereport.
I believe it was called boxing changed my life.
Please correct me if Im wrong about the title Randy.
Anyway, the interview was really great and heartfelt.
I very much enjoyed it.

Randyman wrote:Speaking of Jerry Quarry. In 1993 I took my son Andrew to a card show at the Long Beach Convention Center. Jerry Quarry was going to be there. I wanted Andrew to meet him. He was scheduled to be there at a certain time so we waited around, walked around, bought a few things and by the time we came back he was all set up and ready to meet his fans.

He had spot that was isolated and separated from all the other celebrity guests, which included Willie Stargell of the Pittsburgh Pirates. The lines for these guys formed fast. The crowd was excited to meet these guys. All except Quarry. I would like to say that I waited in a long line to meet him but the truth is not one person besides myself wanted to meet him. It was awkward at first, like when a comic screws up the punchline and no one laughs. Then I though "Srew'em". Andrew and I have him all to ourselves.

We ended up spending about an hour talking to him. He was genuinely grateful that we wanted to meet him and get his autograph. As we talked he said he was making a comeback. Well, not knowing at the time about his failing mental health, I was excited for him, wishing him luck and so forth. The guy that was sitting next to me made eye contact with me and just shook his head ever so slightly, clueing me in on Jerry. He was letting me know not to pay to much attention to what he was saying. Suddenly the light bulb went on and my heart was suddenly broken. I mean it was broken. Here was this big strapping man with arms like oak. Strong and eager but in a few minutes it became obvious to me. my son didn't see it. He was only eleven at the time. It didn't change how I felt about him. He was still Jerry Quarry. he signed two photos for my son and I. I still have them.

In a way, I was glad that no one else spoke with him. people can be cruel. There is a difference between an all around sports fan and a true boxing fan. I think they would have laughed at him. I don't think I would have tolerated that.