The Night Sam Baroudi Died
Posted: 08 Mar 2003, 01:51
The night Sam Baroudi died began with anticipation and excitement. Before the curtain opener, many fans in the
mezzazine of the Chicago Stadium were talking about
Ezzard Charles who, after six years as a professional, was
making his first Chicago appearance since winning the golden
gloves. Make no mistake about it. Charles may have been
underrated after he retired, but on February 20, 1948, he
was considered one of the best boxers in the world and the
uncrowned light-heavyweight champion. After all, this was a
man who regularly beat up the cream of three divisions. That
he was facing a relatively unknown middleweight from Akron
was of no concern, especially among those who had seen
Baroudi fight a local favorite, Bob Satterfield, the previous
month.
It was generally accepted that Sam Baroudi had been invited
to the windy city for a December showcase before serving as
fodder for the cannons of Bob Satterfield. In the grand plan
of Chicago boxing, Satterfield--after dispensing with Baroudi--
would go on to meet Ezzard Charles and, hopefully, look good
enough to demand bigger paydays and prettier dance partners.
Sam Baroudi, a veteran of 46 fights, did his part by winning an
easy decision over one Albert Johnson before Christmas, and
was immediately rewarded with a contract to meet Satterfield
on January 24 as part of the Beau Jack-Johnny Bratton card.
The plan unraveled, however, when Baroudi, climbing off the
canvas twice, dropped Satterfield at least six times before put-
ting him away inside of two rounds! Based on that performance,
Baroudi would now face the great Ezzard Charles.
The first nine rounds were hard fought. Although there were
no knockdowns, Baroudi took considerable punishment from
the ever steady, stalking Charles. In the tenth and final round,
Ezzard Charles finally caught up with his lighter opponent.
Absorbing a flurry of punches, the Akron boxer slumped to the
canvas in a sitting position. With his left arm limp across the
bottom rope, Sam Baroudi began to flay his right arm and glove
against the ring floor in meter with the timekeeper as if count-
ing himself out! At the count of ten he fell back and collapsed
into a coma.
There was no "Good Night, Ladies" played on the Stadium pipe
organ. There was only an uneasy quiet that seemed to spread
row-by-row from ringside to the second balcony. Within minutes
Sam Baroudi was carried from the ring to a waiting ambulance
and taken immediately to Cook County Hospital. Ezzard Charles
and his manager, Jake Mintz, soon followed to spend an all
night vigil outside of Baroudi's room. The crowd, stunned and
somber, waited until the ring was cleared of officials and then
filed quietly out of the arena and, like my father and me, went
home to wait for the morning paper to read about what we had
witnessed on the night Sam Baroudi died.
mezzazine of the Chicago Stadium were talking about
Ezzard Charles who, after six years as a professional, was
making his first Chicago appearance since winning the golden
gloves. Make no mistake about it. Charles may have been
underrated after he retired, but on February 20, 1948, he
was considered one of the best boxers in the world and the
uncrowned light-heavyweight champion. After all, this was a
man who regularly beat up the cream of three divisions. That
he was facing a relatively unknown middleweight from Akron
was of no concern, especially among those who had seen
Baroudi fight a local favorite, Bob Satterfield, the previous
month.
It was generally accepted that Sam Baroudi had been invited
to the windy city for a December showcase before serving as
fodder for the cannons of Bob Satterfield. In the grand plan
of Chicago boxing, Satterfield--after dispensing with Baroudi--
would go on to meet Ezzard Charles and, hopefully, look good
enough to demand bigger paydays and prettier dance partners.
Sam Baroudi, a veteran of 46 fights, did his part by winning an
easy decision over one Albert Johnson before Christmas, and
was immediately rewarded with a contract to meet Satterfield
on January 24 as part of the Beau Jack-Johnny Bratton card.
The plan unraveled, however, when Baroudi, climbing off the
canvas twice, dropped Satterfield at least six times before put-
ting him away inside of two rounds! Based on that performance,
Baroudi would now face the great Ezzard Charles.
The first nine rounds were hard fought. Although there were
no knockdowns, Baroudi took considerable punishment from
the ever steady, stalking Charles. In the tenth and final round,
Ezzard Charles finally caught up with his lighter opponent.
Absorbing a flurry of punches, the Akron boxer slumped to the
canvas in a sitting position. With his left arm limp across the
bottom rope, Sam Baroudi began to flay his right arm and glove
against the ring floor in meter with the timekeeper as if count-
ing himself out! At the count of ten he fell back and collapsed
into a coma.
There was no "Good Night, Ladies" played on the Stadium pipe
organ. There was only an uneasy quiet that seemed to spread
row-by-row from ringside to the second balcony. Within minutes
Sam Baroudi was carried from the ring to a waiting ambulance
and taken immediately to Cook County Hospital. Ezzard Charles
and his manager, Jake Mintz, soon followed to spend an all
night vigil outside of Baroudi's room. The crowd, stunned and
somber, waited until the ring was cleared of officials and then
filed quietly out of the arena and, like my father and me, went
home to wait for the morning paper to read about what we had
witnessed on the night Sam Baroudi died.