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Looks like De La Hoya-Pacquiao is back on
By Robert Morales, Staff Writer
Los Angeles Dailynews.

Oscar De La Hoya is finally expected to announce today the identity of his opponent for his farewell fight Dec. 6, and speculation is that it will be Filipino superstar Manny Pacquiao. De La Hoya's Golden Boy Promotions will hold an international conference call this morning to disclose that information.

Pacquiao has been the front-runner for the final fight in the career of De La Hoya, who has won world titles in a record six weight classes. Negotiations broke down at some point over the percentage split of the worldwide revenue, but they came back to life in a big way last week.

Richard Schaefer, CEO of Golden Boy, was contacted Tuesday in Mexico City.

"I have a very, very good feeling that later on this week is going to be the announcement," said Schaefer, who was in Mexico on business. "It is getting very close."

Asked to identify the probable opponent, Schaefer said, "I really don't want to hurt the fight."

The other leading candidate has been Sergio Mora, the junior middleweight champion from East Los Angeles. Mora was on a conference call Tuesday promoting his title defense against Vernon Forrest on Sept. 13 in Las Vegas.

When asked, Mora gave no indication he was about to agree to terms for a fight with De La Hoya.

Pacquiao, a lightweight, would have to move up two weight classes to welterweight to take on De La Hoya, a junior middleweight who would have to move down one weight class.

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Sugar Ray vs Jake

Ray, I never went down

kikibalt wrote:
Ray, I never went down

I know, Jake, I know . . .

Oh, you meant that other Ray . . .

Dodger Dave, at the GSBA luncheon

kikibalt wrote:Alexis Arguello


"El Flaco Explosivo"

By Diego

One of the greatest fighters ever, in my opinion, and also one of the classiest. When he came over to London to challenge Jim Watt for the WBC lightweight title, they screened the weigh-in on the BBC. Arguello weighed in first, as the challenger, then Watt was introduced to the scales by the MC and the fans there all started cheering and clapping. You know what? Arguello clapped Watt, too.
What a gent.

kikibalt wrote:
Four generation of Baltazar's
L-to-R..Rocky, Frankie, me and my dad Aurelio

It is nice to see a family, across FOUR generations, like this.

bennie wrote:

kikibalt wrote:Alexis Arguello


"El Flaco Explosivo"

By Diego

One of the greatest fighters ever, in my opinion, and also one of the classiest. When he came over to London to challenge Jim Watt for the WBC lightweight title, they screened the weigh-in on the BBC. Arguello weighed in first, as the challenger, then Watt was introduced to the scales by the MC and the fans there all started cheering and clapping. You know what? Arguello clapped Watt, too.
What a gent.

Bennie,

You know, Tony used to do that, always clapped his opponents as they were introduce.

Photo and caption by Bruce Simth


I thought this would be an fun picture to use as the first one I post; this is Dempsey when he visited the S.F. PAL in the mid sixty’s just before I started training there.

Jack Dempsey when he visited the San Francisco PAL gym in the 60s, the gym was located

in the city’s Hall of Justice at the time & trainer Earl Gonsolin said the whole building

was abuzz about Dempsey being there.


Bobbin & Weavin

bennie wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
Four generation of Baltazar's
L-to-R..Rocky, Frankie, me and my dad Aurelio

It is nice to see a family, across FOUR generations, like this.

Thank mucho you Bennie....

kikibalt wrote:

raylawpc wrote:

kikibalt wrote:
Diego can put out some great portraits, he did a great one on Frankie and Tony that sits on my fireplace mantel...

Do you have a scan you can post Frank? I'd like to see it!

Diego's great work


Tony and Frankie Baltazar

Tom, diego presented this portrait to me in April at the "Father and Son" luncheon...

That's a great portrait and terrific gift!

Randy & Pug . . . We have a lot in common regarding our grandfathers and Jack Dempsey. Like you two, I was raised on stories of the great Dempsey, as well as Mickey Walker. Roberto Duran is also my favorite fighter all-time. When I was ten, I wrote a letter to JAck Dempsey. Not having his address, I just wrote on the envelope: to JAck Dempsey, Heavyweight Cahmp, New York, N.Y. Two weeks later I receieved an autographed 8x10, "to Rick . . . Lots of luck, pal, signed JAck Dempsey". I still have that photo.

Guys . . . Here is a link to the new World Boxing Hall of Fame website. http://www.WBHOF.org/wbhof-welcome

-Rick

Rick Farris wrote:Guys . . . Here is a link to the new World Boxing Hall of Fame website. http://www.WBHOF.org/wbhof-welcome

-Rick

Rick, its not working.....

Rick Farris wrote:Randy & Pug . . . We have a lot in common regarding our grandfathers and Jack Dempsey. Like you two, I was raised on stories of the great Dempsey, as well as Mickey Walker. Roberto Duran is also my favorite fighter all-time. When I was ten, I wrote a letter to JAck Dempsey. Not having his address, I just wrote on the envelope: to JAck Dempsey, Heavyweight Cahmp, New York, N.Y. Two weeks later I receieved an autographed 8x10, "to Rick . . . Lots of luck, pal, signed JAck Dempsey". I still have that photo.

Can I join the club? Dempsey directed recruitment physical training for the Coast Guard recruits when my Dad was in the Coast Guard during WWII. Dad's PE instructor was Lou Ambers, who was quite a character.

I got to meet Dempsey at his Restaurant in 1973. Once of my most cherished possessions is his autograph.

Rick Farris wrote:Randy & Pug . . . We have a lot in common regarding our grandfathers and Jack Dempsey. Like you two, I was raised on stories of the great Dempsey, as well as Mickey Walker. Roberto Duran is also my favorite fighter all-time. When I was ten, I wrote a letter to JAck Dempsey. Not having his address, I just wrote on the envelope: to JAck Dempsey, Heavyweight Cahmp, New York, N.Y. Two weeks later I receieved an autographed 8x10, "to Rick . . . Lots of luck, pal, signed JAck Dempsey". I still have that photo.

Wow, what a treasure! You should post it. What a great thing for Dempsey to do. A champion's champion.

kikibalt wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Guys . . . Here is a link to the new World Boxing Hall of Fame website. http://www.WBHOF.org/wbhof-welcome

-Rick

Rick, its not working.....

I'll second that Rick, it's not working.

raylawpc wrote:

Rick Farris wrote:Randy & Pug . . . We have a lot in common regarding our grandfathers and Jack Dempsey. Like you two, I was raised on stories of the great Dempsey, as well as Mickey Walker. Roberto Duran is also my favorite fighter all-time. When I was ten, I wrote a letter to JAck Dempsey. Not having his address, I just wrote on the envelope: to JAck Dempsey, Heavyweight Cahmp, New York, N.Y. Two weeks later I receieved an autographed 8x10, "to Rick . . . Lots of luck, pal, signed JAck Dempsey". I still have that photo.

Can I join the club? Dempsey directed recruitment physical training for the Coast Guard recruits when my Dad was in the Coast Guard during WWII. Dad's PE instructor was Lou Ambers, who was quite a character.

I got to meet Dempsey at his Restaurant in 1973. Once of my most cherished possessions is his autograph.

When I went to my son's Coast Guard graduation in Cape May, New Jersey, in 2004, the first thing my son did, knowing how I felt about Dempsey was to take me inside one of the buildings, where there is a tribute on the wall recognizing Jack Dempsey and his service to the Coast Guard and the country. Did my heart good. I hope his ears are ringing today!

Try this guys:

http://www.wbhf.org/wbhf-welcome.html

raylawpc wrote:Try this guys:

http://www.wbhf.org/wbhf-welcome.html

It works, Thanks Tom.

I think when it comes to our boyhood heroes we will always see them from the eyes of young boys, no matter how old we grow. For me, it was my dad, Jack Dempsey, and Tarzan, (Johnny Weismuller), and later Muhammed Ali. We don't want anyone messing with our heroes.

kikibalt wrote:

Bobbin & Weavin wrote:
Jimmy Lennon Sr., Frankie Baltazar, John Martinez, Johnnie Flores & Frank Baltazar, @ the Olympic Aud. 1976

Frank,
You do look laid back in this picture but what were you feeling; were you one who handled the big moments laid back or was it like some of the great athletes and preformers leaving their dinner in the restroom before the event. After all you were not "just" this fighters manager you were also his father and married to his mother so there was a lot more riding on it then the avarage fighter/manager relationship. Lastly was there a different level of emotion for different level opponants?
Thanks,
Bobbin & Weavin

Bruce,

I might look laid back, but I was nervous as hell, I was for all of Frankie, Tony and Bobby's fights,
it was so bad I couldn't eat the day of the fight at all, once the fight was over I would eat and have a couple of beers.

For Frank:

“Here we were walking down the aisle toward the ring. Man, was I nervous! After all the hard work with the boxing club, the big moment had finally arrived. Victory, I thought, meant a trip to the state finals and defeat means more hard work until another big chance comes along. We climbed the stairs to the ring and I easily slid my skinny frame through the ropes and stood there gaping at the opponent. Good Gosh! He looked like King Kong in a man suit! Man, I wasn’t nervous anymore – I was scared stiff! The bright lights gave off too much heat and I began to sweat. I wanted to get out of that ring and fast. The announcer sang out the two fighter’s names and weights and the referee called us to the center of the ring for the instructions. All of a sudden, the bell rang and my hair stood up on end. The big brute advanced from the other side of the ring. I slid carefully through the ropes and perched outside the ring. Man, I’m glad I’m just the trainer. I’d sure hate to have to fight that gorilla!”

I've seen plenty of good fights in my life, inside the ring and outside the ring. Here are two that have stayed with me.

Two Fights I Won’t Soon Forget

Kerry Riley

When I was in the seventh grade at Mary Meller Junior High School in Pico Rivera I had a friend by the name of Kerry Riley. In appearance, mannerism and almost every other way, he was the living incarnation of Opie Taylor of Mayberry. There wasn’t a friendlier or more innocent guy to be found. He was from either Kentucky or Tennessee , I don’t remember which. He was a red haired, freckled face kid. He couldn’t fight worth a lick but he a had a champions heart and I will never forget him.

Kerry moved away at the end of the seventh grade. He was gone and I never really expected to see him again. Time moved on and so did I. Sometime after ninth grade began Kerry came back to California and to Meller Jr High. I had other friends by this time and he no longer fit in with the crowd that I hung with. We remained friends but we no longer hung out together. We were both okay with it and we would talk from time to time.

One day at lunch time one of my friends came up to me and said “Hey Randy, your friend Kerry is fighting Ribachi after school!”. Ribachi was Richard Ribachi. Now Ribachi was almost twice Kerry’s size, both in height and in width. He was a known fighter and Kerry was no match for him. I had to find him. There was just no way that I could let Kerry fight Ribachi. Ribachi had that high pompadour that was popular in the fifties and sixties and a walk to match, sort of like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It was an acquired walk and one he perfected. You had to be a good fighter to walk the way he did and get away with it.

I caught up with Kerry after school was out. They were going to fight in the alley behind the old McDonald’s on Rosemead and Mines. I saw him walking by himself and walked with him. He didn’t really have any friends at school. I said to him “Kerry. Don’t do it man, Ribachi is a good fighter, he’ll kick your ass. Just go home and forget about it” I figured he would listen to me, but no, he was determined not to back down. All he said to me was “I have to”. I never saw a braver or more determined guy than Kerry. I was suddenly filled with admiration for him, and a little ashamed of myself for not being a better friend to him when he came back to school. I just followed him and said nothing. I thought to myself, the least I can do is be there in case anyone jumps in.

When we got to the alley it was jam packed. Every kid in school came out to see Kerry get his ass kicked. You just knew it wouldn’t end any other way. To Ribachi’s credit, he kept it clean. As Kerry walked into the alley he took off his shirt. He had a white tee shirt on underneath. He didn’t have anything remotely resembling a muscle. I was beginning to panic for him. With courage that I never knew he had, and with out so much as the slightest hesitation, he walked straight up to Ribachi and put his hands up in the best boxing form that he was capable of mustering up.

Ribachi threw a right hand that immediately bloodied Riley’s mouth and sent him straight to the ground. He got back up, tried to throw a punch but missed. Ribachi just moved in a threw several punches. Every one of them landed. Again Riley was on the ground. He got up again. This time he had a bloody nose and his face was scuffed up from all the punches. There was no quit in Kerry Riley, not an ounce. All I could do was stare in disbelief. He got up over and over. It wouldn’t end. By this time, it was quiet. No one wanted to see this guy get hurt. They were screaming at him to stop but he just kept getting up. He braced himself for what was coming but he never took a backward step. It never occurred to him to duck.

Finally and to everyone’s relief, Ribachi had a look of compassion on his face. He didn’t want to hit him anymore. He walked up to him, took his hand and helped him up, smiled at him and left. Riley was a mess. His face was bloodied and bruised, his clothes filled with dirt and oil from the alley. but he had the respect of everyone there that day. He moved again before ninth grade was out. I never saw him again. It’s been forty years, and I have never forgotten him, or that fight.

The Last Hurrah

It was the night Javier Muniz and Rudy Hernandez fought their first fight at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles on June 10, 1976. It wasn’t exactly on the undercard but it literally stole the show that night. It was one of those unexpected events that just make a life long impression on you.

I had a fight scheduled that night with an opponent whose name I can no longer recall, if I ever knew it at all. Just minutes before I was scheduled to fight it was called off. I don’t remember the reason. I got dressed and Mel Epstein and I went upstairs to get a seat and watch the fight. There was a section set up for managers, trainers and boxers and those that were involved closely with boxing. Not to far from that was a gambler’s area. This is where the unplanned co-main event took place.

Mel and I found a seat. To be perfectly honest I can’t remember if it was during the main event or if it was on the undercard. I’m thinking the undercard because if I remember correctly we hung around for a bit. At any rate while watching the fight, we couldn’t help but notice some commotion breaking out where all the gambler’s were seated. There were two men arguing over money. One man was older and he appeared to be in his sixties. He was wearing a hat and one of those cheap suits that seemed prevalent with the downtown crowd back in those days. It was dark and made from cheap fabric. The suit appeared to be old and worn. The man was either Mexican or Filipino, I couldn’t tell and neither could Mel. Mel said he recognized the man but could not place him.

The other man was much younger, probably in his late twenties and he was about to learn a valuable lesson that night, much to the delight of the crowd. The younger man was seated directly behind the older man. He was also seated a little higher due to the amphitheater style seating at the Olympic. They were making enough of a fuss so that the lighting man put the spot light on them. The whole arena was watching the argument unfold.

The older man wanted the money he had won, and the younger guy either felt like teasing him or had no intention of paying off the bet. In the end it didn’t really matter. The young guy was standing up and holding the money with his right hand, just out of reach of the old timer. When he jumped up to get the money the younger man would pull it back and laugh. So did his friends. This happened several times when without any warning or provocation, the younger man threw a sloppy left hand. Instantly and so unexpectedly the old timer countered with a quick, hard right hand to the jaw followed by a left hook. He knocked the guy out. He reached down, took the money, counted it and put it in his coat pocket. With the spotlight still on both of them the whole arena was going crazy. Not knowing what was going on in the crowd I’m sure the fighters in the ring thought the crowd was cheering their fight.

The old man looked out at the crowd and let out a big grin, then, probably figuring he better get the hell out of there, he walked over to the tunnel. Just before he walked down the stairs he looked at the crowd and let go of a few punches in the air, enjoying the moment. The crowd roared as if he had just won a title. He disappeared down the stairs. Whoever he was, he was the talk of the night. He was the main event of the evening.

Jack Dempsey

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