my dad - 82 now - just phoned me and asked about my day...fine I said...he then told me he'd just met john conteh on the golf course and they got on like house on fire laughing and joking (with ray Caulfield - top man in LEBA)
ive always wanted to meet conteh - one of my favourite fighters but my dad was left with a signed photo and big grin on his face.
Counter-puncher (of this parish) once told me a theory of his about how there's a whole swathe of massively naturally gifted dudes who basically trained themselves/got by on Satan-granted talent/relied on massive natural athletic gifts, who all started out with their father in their corner.
Shane Mosley. Felix Trinidad. Erik Morales.
There's more, of course, but those three are the three that stick in my head. The odd thing is, all of those father-trainers are uniformly fvcking ghastly as corner-men, either being cheerleaders, happy fantasists or glorified spit-bucket carriers who tell their kids "Yeah, smooth, do you what you do! YEAH!" when they're getting the shite kicked out of them & could probably do with a little actual, you know, tactical guidance.
Imagine my surprise--& disappointment!--when I opened this thread, & found out what it was about!
Bobbyptsd wrote:My dad once put the bread in the freezer. To be fair, he is kind of old, I guess we have to take that into account.
But that was annoying. Isn't it annoying when people put things where they don't belong?
Thats actually good to do if you have too much bread to eat up right away as the cold keeps the bread fresh MUCH MUCH longer than at room temperature. I always keep bread in the refrigerator. It stays fresh about 10x longer. Probably 100x longer if its kept in the freezer.
Bobbyptsd wrote:My dad once put the bread in the freezer. To be fair, he is kind of old, I guess we have to take that into account.
But that was annoying. Isn't it annoying when people put things where they don't belong?
Thats actually good to do if you have too much bread to eat up right away as the cold keeps the bread fresh MUCH MUCH longer than at room temperature. I always keep bread in the refrigerator. It stays fresh about 10x longer. Probably 100x longer if its kept in the freezer.
You ever fancy meeting up for a beer let me know, we'll have a right laugh.
Bobbyptsd wrote:My dad once put the bread in the freezer. To be fair, he is kind of old, I guess we have to take that into account.
But that was annoying. Isn't it annoying when people put things where they don't belong?
If you're not going to eat it within two days, bread SHOULD go in the freezer, not the fridge, as refrigerators will dry bread out. My wife used to work in a bakery.
Datsue wrote:Counter-puncher (of this parish) once told me a theory of his about how there's a whole swathe of massively naturally gifted dudes who basically trained themselves/got by on Satan-granted talent/relied on massive natural athletic gifts, who all started out with their father in their corner.
Shane Mosley. Felix Trinidad. Erik Morales.
There's more, of course, but those three are the three that stick in my head. The odd thing is, all of those father-trainers are uniformly fvcking ghastly as corner-men, either being cheerleaders, happy fantasists or glorified spit-bucket carriers who tell their kids "Yeah, smooth, do you what you do! YEAH!" when they're getting the shite kicked out of them & could probably do with a little actual, you know, tactical guidance.
Imagine my surprise--& disappointment!--when I opened this thread, & found out what it was about!
Wilfredo Benitez got by on pure wizardry alone, despite not training and the enormous hindrance of his father's presence.
To relate a tale more specific to the original post: in the 1970s my dad climbed into a London cab and who was the driver? None other than Don Cockell. My dad was a boxing fan but very much of the Clay/Ali era. Cockell was before his time and as such didn't mean much to him. I only learned of this unlikely meet about 10 years ago and was absolutely astounded by it. I pressed him for more information, hoping he would be able to share with me some firsthand impression on how it felt to be inside the ring punching with Rocky Marciano. Nothing. He remembered very little of the ride and had barely spoken a word to Cockell. I was utterly disgusted with my dad and let him know it, flailing my arms and calling him every hateful name under the sun. This amused him because his own father - an extremely hardcore boxing fan, born in the 20s and who had lived through Marciano's reign - had reacted with the exact same shock and outrage when he learned that my dad had not only met Cockell but had asked nothing of interest.
It's actually annoying me now just to write about it.