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A story I read....

Posted: 15 Apr 2016, 11:02
by cocka09
I read a story online a number of years ago about a retired boxer who developed a personality disorder and would train everyday for a fight that had happened many years before. I cannot, for the life of me remember his name - I know it's not much of a description but would anyone have any idea on who this guy was?

Thanks

Re: A story I read....

Posted: 15 Apr 2016, 11:26
by Rexob
Sounds like Bruno?

Re: A story I read....

Posted: 15 Apr 2016, 11:43
by Cygnus475
Hell of a way to stay in shape, your mind tricking itself into thinking you have an important match coming up. :D

Re: A story I read....

Posted: 15 Apr 2016, 11:45
by klompton
Ad Wolgast

Re: A story I read....

Posted: 06 May 2016, 08:32
by misterpunch
yep ad wolgast - his trainer/manager was protecting him from returning to the ring with dementia

Re: A story I read....

Posted: 06 May 2016, 09:23
by klompton
It was California promoter Jack Doyle, he supported Wolgast for a while out of charity.

Re: A story I read....

Posted: 06 May 2016, 09:28
by doug.ie
funny. i was posting about this on facebook earlier.

this is what i quoted..

In 1918, former World Lightweight Champion Ad Wolgast escaped from the hospital where he was being held and lived for a time in the mountains of North Carolina, where he was eventually “discovered” and given over to the care of Jack Doyle, a boxing promoter from Vernon, California. Doyle offered to let Wolgast live and train with him, with the stipulation that Wolgast would never again be allowed to enter a prizefighting ring, and as a result, Wolgast spent the next seven years (from 1920 to 1927) diligently training every day, skipping rope, running, and shadow boxing for a fight that never came. Wolgast trained from sun up to sun down, and would retire exhausted each evening with the belief that his title shot was always a day away. For close to seven years, this ritual went on, with Doyle offering encouragement and keeping Wolgast preoccupied and singularly focused, in a sad re-embodiment of his former self.

(by Aaron Lloyd)