Editorial: Rinsing Off The Mouthpiece
By GorDoom
"Hypocrisy is a peculiarly revolting vice, alike in public and private life; and in public life - at least in high position - it can only be practiced on a large scale for any length of time in those places where the people ... are content with a complete divorce between promise and performance."
Theodore Roosevelt (My man, Big Stick Teddy, never even imagined Pay Per View but damn, he nailed it! ...)
The Internet has been quite & very good to the Ol' Spit Bucket.
Without it, there would be no CBZ & none of the wonderful & in some cases, tighter than 2 ticks in Tucson friendships I've made because of it ...
But, there is more than one dark side t' the
web.
One of the slime pits I've encountered are the innumerable boxing boards that
are now available. The main boxing board on the Internet is the news group:
rec.sport.boxing.
But they are all basically the same ol', same ol' ...
A cacophony of racial slurs & aggression of the kind which you would
expect to encounter on an Aryan Nation board.
Yeah, well ... The Bucket has trawled through rec.sport.boxing as well as all
the TV network & AOL boards. This has entailed wasting a few, precious, at my down
& dirty cynical age, hours of mi vida, that I will unfortunately never be
able to get back ...
Back in '89, when I first got online with my pathetic, sorta, kinda, souped
up, IBM PC Junior, (I'm proudly, A Mac Man these days ...); I remember eagerly searching
out any boxing boards ... I was hungry for some serious discourse about the, "red
light district of sports" ... I was bitterly disappointed to discover a nether world
of smoldering rage & resentment, not so cleverly disguised as boxing dialogue.
Well, dear readers, in the intervening decade, nada freakin' thing has
changed ... The misdirected, unintelligible screeds from the boxing boards is beyond
the pathetic or the reasonable.
Almost any coherent post by a boxing fan is immediately dissected, shredded
& shoved through a meat grinder of obscenity's & empty threats.
I was going to mention some of the main offenders I've encountered, but I
decided, why encourage these squids???
There is already more A-hole convolution & venom online per capita, then
you would find on any given street.
It is so bizarrely aberrant, it literally wobbles what's left of the
mind ...
So what's a boxing fan to do who wants to connect with other aficionados?
There are serious fans who post on the boards but usually, they are tsunami'd by
the snarky, know-nothings who drown them out with their vitriol.
One of the great pleasures in being a boxing fan is the detailed dissection
of the minutiae of pouring over almost four century's of fights & fighters.
No other "sport" can claim that kind of documented lineage.
The boxing boards are ostensibly here to provide a forum for this.
Unfortunately, for the most part, they fail miserably at it ...
However, the boards are by no means a complete wasteland. There is a large
number of serious boxing fans out there if you look hard enough ... In fact, Matt
Marowitz , who is our newest contributor, is a poster that the CBZ's own, "Mr. School
Of Hard Knock's", Rick Farris, pointed out to me.
I read his posts & invited him to saddle up & join our posse ...
Giddy up! ... MattBCoach@aol.com
debuts this month.
One solution for avoiding A-holes, is develop your own boxing board
among a circle of online friends. Here at the CBZ, the writers have started an informal,
semi regular, e-mail, "boxing board", where we discuss a variety of fistic &
semi fistic subjects.
One of, actually, the big one lately, has been the decay, rot & reek, of
the manly art being displayed in such a raw, naked & media trumpeting way.
Let's face it, despite the fact that in 1999, most of the big fights actually
happened, it's been a real big stinky, dump city, year for the squared circle ...
The fights have been dismal. Many of the decisions so absurd it's beyond the
point of verging on being criminal ... & if that wasn't bad enough, the Fed's indict
the IBF - & all the stripped to the bone, greed & corruption is
glaringly revealed.
& then ... The feces really hits the fan, with a Miami Herald article,
claiming proof of some 30 fights being fixed.
DAMN!
Yeah, well ... Maybe the Ol' Spit Bucket is terminally cynical;
but this last item didn't exactly shock me & send me into paroxysms of virulent
indignation ...
Many of the CBZ staff & writers have some serious problems with the
ills that are now assailing boxing. For instance, DscribeDC has decided to walk away
from the sport & writing for the CBZ.
This is a major, personal, bummer ...
'Scribe actually predates the Bucket on the CBZ. He was writing for it long
before I quietly arrived on the scene ...
Losing a wit & great writer like DscribeDC, really is quite a blow to the
solar plexus of the CBZ ... & a major indictment on why boxing sucks as far as
mainstream America is concerned ....
Dscribe & the inimitable, irascible, Joe Bruno (talk about the odd
couple!), have always been the most vociferous advocates of reform for boxing.
Lately, they've both been advocating organizing a boycott of all PPV shows.
In principle, it's a dandy idea but as Chris Bushnell pointed out, why cut off your nose
to spite yourself? PPV is a freakin' reality.
Albeit, a really crappy one ...
Bruno put it this way, "Sometimes for the greater good
we have to deprive ourselves of something we like, to not allow the evil forces that
be to dictate to us ridiculous prices for whatever they're foisting on us this
month".
I may be playing Beelzebub's advocate here ... But, is there any such thing
as the "greater good", when we are talking about boxing? Greater good &
boxing is an oxymoron. Let's face it, a huge part of boxing's attraction is
that it is an unseemly cesspool. It's the dark side of being a MAN. Just like being say,
at the Alamo or Little Big Horn was; though not usually to that extreme.
Boxing is about power, dominance, subverting somebody's will & pain.
Period.
Yeah, I know, the skill, the art of self defense, the sweet science, blah,
blah, blah ...
Bullshit.
I've been in the ring & I've worked in corners. The only beauty in boxing
is the extraordinary will & dedication of the fighters & how they overcome things
that would bury the rest of us.
Unless you've been smacked in the mouth - repeatedly - & overcome
somebody trying to waste you, you don't get it. You may get it intellectually. But you
don't get it.
Conversely, the whole oeuvre of the bloody noir that is
boxing is about darkness with intermittent shadow & light. Boxing can't be wholesome
or stand alone in the klieg lights. That would be the antithesis of what it is...
With that being said, the arguments that Dscribe & Bruno have made about
PPV & loss of credibility are of course, on the mark & very pc ... But, they are
pointless. Boxing will always be the slattern of sports & like it or not, that is how
it should be.
Boxing is all about the darker impulses of mankind.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
The French essayist, Francois La Rochefoucaid, wrote over three centuries
ago:
"Hypocrisy is the homage that vice pays to virtue."
I wonder if he had somehow conjured up a vision of Don King & the IBF?
...
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The Bucket has received a number of missives since the Grant - Golota fight.
My apathy toward Grant is well known to our readers as I've expressed my views on
him a number of times, most recent in my July '99 editorial for the
CBZ Journal.
The one we're reprinting along with my response was chosen because it was the
most civil & never questioned my parentage ...
"I have a question for you. I have seen articles written by you on
the CBZ that bash Michael Grant and that say he will never be champion. I have also
seen you write articles about how the great fighters are made by coming
back from behind or after being knocked down and hurt to win. After Grant showed
that heart in the Golota fight, what do you think of Michael Grant now?
Cram 83
Cram:
Fair question.
The short answer is that I still think Grant is a big stiff. But ... A big
stiff who proved he has heart ... Let's face it, man. Grant lost every round (& looked
terrible doing it), right up until the end.
& Andrew Golota isn't exactly a ticket to ride to the Hall Of Fame.
Grants skills are mediocre. Golota more than proved that. Grant was lucky he
was facing such a gutless wonder because he was heading for a certain loss. Michael Grant,
as impressive as he looks physically, is a seriously flawed fighter. In this fight
he proved he can come back from adversity & overcome crisis. This is more than most
fighters have going for them & it is something to admire in him.
& I do.
My esteem for him as a courageous fighter has definitely risen. I also admire
the innate human decency in the man ...
But it's not enough.
Michael Grant is never going to be one of the all-time greats in my
estimation. & basically I feel the same way about him as I did before - with the
caveat - that I now see a warrior within that statuesque but ineffective physique.
However, when you look over the mediocrity that is the heavyweight
division, when the title gets broken up again (& it will), Grant has a decent chance
of picking up an alphabet belt. Lennox Lewis, also a fighter I'm not
terribly impressed with, I believe would pick Grant apart & TKO him in the middle to
late rounds.
regards,
GorDoom
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Yeah, well ... That's about it for this month. The CBZ
Journal will be on hiatus until mid January, though news updates & major fight
reviews will continue unabated. In the mean time I suggest our readers avail themselves of
our Boxing Encyclopedia, it will provide hours of fistic reading. I also suggest that our
readers sign up for the CBZ Newsletter which will keep you informed on any breaking news
or postings on the CBZ.
Finally, along with MattBCoach, we have another new contributor that I'm very
pleased to introduce: Mark Jacobson.
Mark Jacobson is a novelist and journalist whose work has graced the pages of
Esquire, Rolling Stone, The Village Voice, the New York Times, New York Magazine, and many
other publications. Long an aficionado of the sweet science, he has profiled a
number of fighters, including Thomas Hearns and Muhammad Ali.
The CBZ is honored to publish his excellent piece on Mustapha Hamsho's life
in retirement. Hamsho was one of the Bucket's personal faves from the '80's. Mustapha was
a graduate, Summa Cum Laude of the Fritzie Zivic school of boxing & Mark's terrific
piece more than does him justice ...
See ya'll next millenium!
GorDoom
Bruno on Boxing
By Joe Bruno----Former Vice President of the Boxing Writers Association and the
International Boxing Writers Association
The mailman knocked on my door this morning and delivered me a package.
It was a GPX CD Player AM/FM Stereo Cassette Recorder I had ordered from Amazon.com. The
price? A measly $19.99, plus shipping and handling. The Boombox originally cost $49.99.
But Amazon discounted the player to $29.99, then added a $10 gift certificate, lowing the
price to less the twenty bucks.
So it can be done. Something that once cost $49.99, can be bought for $19.99. Then why can't the same thing be done for pay-per-view boxing?
Tell the truth. How many of you now reading this column spent $49.99 of
their hard earned money on a pay-per-view boxing match in the past decade. Fifty bucks to
watch a so-so main event, and a undercard filled with stiffs, freaks and and mismatches
(Butterbean immediately comes to mind. Plus Christy Martin against the waitress of the
week).
Come on now; raise your hand if you were one of the hundreds of
millions of poor saps who had to fork over their fifty bucks if they wanted to see
whatever spectacle the main event was advertised to be. And how many of you thought you
actually got equal value for your dollar?
So why do you continue to sit back and do nothing about this blatant
highway robbery? Would you same people pay 50 thousand dollars for a 20 thousand dollar
automobile? I don't think so.
So here's what we are going to do. We are going to write our cable
company (The form letter is provided below by the CBZ. All you have to do is fill in the
cable company name and your name, and slip it in the envelope the next time you pay your
cable bill). In this letter we are going to tell the cable company that we want value for
our dollar. We will gladly pay $19.95 for every pay-per-view boxing match they may
broadcast in the future. But
never again will we fork over the exuberant price of fifty bucks.
The poison dart is in your hand. Throw the damn thing.
Remember if you are not part of the solution, you are definitely
part of the problem.
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Dear (fill in cable company name)
This is to inform you that I insist on getting value for my dollar. I pay your cable rates
without question (My payment for last month's bill is enclosed). Your price is your price,
and that's what I pay because there I feel I am getting equal value for my dollar.
But your pay-per-view rates for boxing matches are exorbitant and totally out of line with
reality. I will never again pay $49.99 for a boxing match that either ends with a dubious
decision, or ends early because some lout has chosen to foul his opponent, either by
hitting him low, hitting him after the bell, or by biting off his opponent's ear.
However, I will gladly pay $19.95 for every boxing match you propose to air on your cable
network. I feel $19.95 is a fair price; a just price for pay-per-view boxing matches. I am
willing, for $19.95, to take the chance
that the fights will be competitive, and that some bizarre ending to the boxing match will
not mar my evening of enjoyment.
So please contact your partners in pay-per-view boxing; the boxing promoters. Tell them my
feelings. Tell them I'm tired of getting ripped off. Tell them I would be glad to pay
$19.95 for pay-per-view fights, as would millions of other people who have so far refused
to pay $49.95 for over-hyped and under-performing pay-per-view boxing events. As a result,
more people will get in the habit of paying for pay-per-view, which in the long run, will
notably increase your bottom line.
The good will you will generate by this gesture will foster improved customer relations, a
prime objective of any revenue generating business.
Thank you,
Your valued customer,
(Fill in your name)
Mustafa Hamsho
By Mark Jacobson
You never
know when you might walk into the corner store to buy a quart of milk and see a face from
the distant, treasured past on the other side of the counter. This particular face,
slightly battered but still handsome in a sleepy way, belonged to Mustafa Hamsho, now the
owner and operator of the M & H Deli on 14th Street in Brooklyn's Park Slope, but once
the leading contender for the middleweight championship of the world.
"Mustafa!" Faded pictures hanging on the wall
below the store's pressed tin ceiling showing the fighter, who is from Syria, in boxing
gloves and a burnoose confirmed the ID.
From behind the phone card displays, Milky Ways
and Koranic quotations, a huge smile came across Mustafa's squarish countenance. "Oh,
how are you?", he boomed. "Are you still working for the Village Voice?"
. "How can you remember that?"
I hadn't worked for the Village Voice for 20 years, hadn't seen Mustafa for almost as
long. It seemed the passage of time, along with the fact that Mustafa had been hit in the
head often, and hard, by the likes of Marvelous Marvin Hagler and others would preclude
such mnemonic feats.
"No, no," said Mustafa,
now 46, a dozen years past his last fight, chortled in his low-timbre but lively
Arabic-inflected English. "I remember everything."
It being a beautiful spring
day, Mustafa, with typical hospitality, drew two cups of coffee from his urn beside the
Boar's Head sign, bid his nephew to man the Lotto machine, and set out two folding
chairs on the sidewalk. Ignoring his array of ringing cell phones and beepers, the
erstwhile pugilist then filled me in on his highly
particularized life and times. Or, what Mustafa, with offhand geniality, refers to as
"my American thing."
Growing up
with his brothers in the Syrian town of Lattika on the Mediterranean coast, Mustafa
never imagined he'd make it in this country, much less come close to a world champion. His
parents, whom he describes as "not rich, not poor" were religious people,
"they wanted me to become a doctor," says Mustafa, still formidable looking
despite an extra 25 or so pounds. But after a friend arrived in Lattika with a few
dogeared pictures of Sugar Ray Robinson ("the most beautiful of all") and Joe
Louis, Mustafa was smitten. When at 16, he defeated the 28 year old Syrian middleweight
champion, Mustafa began to think "I might be good."
Seeking a "bigger world", Mustafa signed onto a Greek steamer which eventually
pulled into a Red Hook pier for six months of drydock. In America for the first time,
Hamsho was amazed and pleased to find Atlantic Avenue Arabic community a short walk away
from his disabled ship. It was at that time he began training at a couple of the local
gyms. "I'd tell them I was sick and sneak off the boat to work out," he recalls.
After a hazily remembered New Year's Eve in Brooklyn, Mustafa jumped ship permanently and
took an apartment in Bay Ridge, where he still lives 26 years later.
The
beginning of his fight career was inauspicious. He got nothing for his first fight, $75
for the second. Not being able to speak or read English he signed a lifetime contract with
a less than reputable (even for boxing) promoter. Soon, however, Hamsho fell in with a
zany, if typically rapscallion, array of New York fight crowd characters who would
change his life."These people, they were so crazy but what did I know?_for me they
became what this country was," Mustafa recollects with a bemused shake of his
still bushy haired head. There was Chuck Wepner, a.k.a The Bayonne Bleeder, the model for
Stallone's "Rocky" character, who had somehow
managed to last 15 rounds with Mustafa's great hero, Ali. There were the two Als-Al Certo,
noted Secaucus clothier and Al Braverman, a crude-mouthed, pickle-nosed plug ugly
with a secret passion for delicate porcelain dolls which he sold in his fussy
antique shop located under an elevated train in the Bronx. Foremost of these denizens,
however, was the floridly syntaxed, popeyed and smashnosed Irishman, Paddy Flood, who
would not only become Mustafa's new manager but also his mentor and guide to the New
World, if you want to call attending Yonkers Raceway to bet on trotters six nights a week
guidance.
Well-versed in the Barnumesque ethnic nuances of the sweet science, Paddy envisioned a
massive Madison Square Garden showdown between Mustafa, whom he had dubbed The Syrian
Buzzsaw, and Mike Rossman, who despite being brought up as the Italian Mike Dipiano, had
taken his mother's maiden name and was campaigning as The Jewish Bomber.
It
was in this context that I first encountered Mustafa, after climbing up the creaky stairs
of the old sweatbox Gramercy Gym near Union Square. Paddy Flood sat in his accustomed
spot, on the red vinyl couch
by the window, drinking his usual cup of hypersweetened tea. The Hamsho-Rossman match-up
would be "the biggest thing New York has ever seen!" Flood exclaimed. "Arab
vs. Jew! Jew vs. Arab! I'm gonna put a picture of a bomb on his robe! Tick, tick, tick.
It'll sell-out! Every Jew in the City will come to boo him! They hate him! He hates them!
He hates Jews!"
At this point the young Mustafa, dutifully working his southpaw jab in the nearby
ring, scandalized by such talk, politely excused himself for interrupting. "But,
Paddy, that's not so_I don't hate Jews."
Flood was apoplectic at this sabotage of his salespitch. "When you gonna learn?
That's not what you're supposed to say!," he exploded.
As it was, Mustafa never fought Rossman. He was very strong, however, and employing his
inelegant but highly persistent attack, managed to beat almost every major middleweight in
the late 1970's and early 80's.
Colorfully monikered men like Bobby Boogaloo Watts, Bobby Czyz, and Willie The Worm Monroe
fell before the Syrian Buzzsaw, as did the fleet Wilfredo Benitez. The only one who
stopped him was the nonpareil Hagler, probably the best fighter in the world at that time.
Then, shortly before a second losing meeting with Hagler, Paddy Flood had a cerebral
hemorrhage and died on the spot. Mustafa sobbed uncontrollably at the wake. "He was
my best friend!," the fighter wailed.
"It was not the same after Flood. He talked about money all the time, but he never
really cared about it. They said he lied, but he never did to me. He loved me. So I loved
him." Mustafa says, sipping coffee in front of the M & H Deli ("you know,
Mustafa Hamsho_Hamsho Mustafa"). The store, is only part of his holdings. In addition
to owning the five story building with his partner and friend, Dr. Malik, a Pakistani
internist, he also has the car service, Destinations Unlimited, around the corner and a
Laundromat on Classon Avenue. Mustafa likes the Laundromat best because "it is just
machines, dirty underwear and quarters, no people. You can't trust anybody." Mustafa
says he gave all of his fight money to his family, and now, with a wife and five kids in
Bay Ridge (four between age 5 and 9), he has to work "night and day to keep up."
So far it's been working, fine. It
is no big thing to see Mustafa pull up in front of the M & H Deli in a black Mercedes,
either the sedan or the sports model, designer sunglasses on , knit shirt with Plaza Hotel
logo snug upon his barrel chest.
Noting that most of his former opponents have not shared this good fortune, Mustafa sighs.
"Some hit me so hard I still have scars. I look in the mirror and I know Wilford
Scypion did that to me. These men, they live in me. But some are not doing so well. It is
sad. If you are a fighter, it is everything to you. When it is over, without education,
there's nothing left, nothing to do. You go down." Mustafa has avoided this fate
because "I know who I am and where I come from_America is a great country, it has
given me independence. But you can get lost here. There is so much on TV. So I keep my
culture. We speak Arabic in the house. I send my children to Al Noor Arabic school on 4th
Avenue. They teach respect for the family there. There is tradition. In public school, the
children come in, they say, my Daddy yelled at me, they call 911."
Now Mustafa is a pillar of the community, a small business Don of sorts. He sits in his
tiny office behind the car service dispatch booth where of jugs of anti-freeze and jumper
cables compete for space with the memorabilia, including a photo of a white-suited Mustafa
handing out the trophy for the 1984 "Hamsho Pace" at the Meadowlands and other
pictures of his many good friends, including Saudi Arabian princes and the tandem of
Jack Maple and William Bratton, former NYPD brain trust. Here, Mustafa receives local
merchants who seek his council on business matters, large and small. Today an elderly
Albanian man has arrived. 38 years in the Brooklyn
coffee shoppe business, his most recent effort has failed and now he's fed up. The rents
on 7th Avenue have skyrocketed, he doesn't understand what the yuppies want. Mustafa
listens patiently, hearing the man out. The restaurant business is difficult, Mustafa
notes consolingly. "I had four different restaurants and never made money in
any." After some talk comparing the dictatorial methods of Milosevic and Saddam, the
man, his mood lightened, thanks Hamsho and leaves. "He's a nice guy," Mustafa
says, later.
Today is a
big day for Mustafa because, finally, his boat, a 25-foot fiberglass job, is going in the
water. It's a 25 footer, which the fighter moors over by Marine Parkway, where Flatbush
Avenue meets the ocean.
Mustafa can't wait to take his friend, the Saudi prince, out for a little spin around Sea
Girt.. "I came here in the bottom of a ship," he says with sly smile, "now
I go as a King in my own boat." With that, Mustafa gets up and goes inside the M
& H Deli. A Lotto player has come in and wants Mustafa to punch in the numbers for
him. "Because you bring good luck," the player says.
My Memories of Jerry Quarry
By Rick Farris
Less than a year ago, I was watching ESPN hoping to hear the result of a fight
that had taken place earlier in the evening. When the sports news finally came
on I waited thru the scores of games I had no interest in and was happy to hear the
announcer say . . . "And now from the world of boxing".
I expected a report on the fight since there was nothing else of importance going on in
boxing at the time. Instead, I heard something that made me forget about
the fight result I had been waiting for. I still remember the
words . . ."a sad note to report in boxing today, former heavyweight contender
Jerry Quarry has died at the age of 53." I was stunned.
I was aware that Jerry had not been doing well and suffered from Dementia pugilistica.
I knew that he had been living with his mother Arawanda in a mobile home park near
the Hemet area of Southern California and was under her care. Mutual friends from
the past, such as former middleweight Mike Nixon, Jerry's brother-in-law, had
told me that Jerry could no longer handle simple daily tasks, such as shaving.
Jerry's older brother Jimmy would help him with such things. I remember how sad it
was to hear this a couple of years back, and that Jerry would no doubt die young.
However, I couldn't imagine him dead at 53.
I wasn't the only person surprised to hear of Quarry's death. However, in my
case it was something very personal. You see, as a kid all I wanted to
do was become a boxer. Jerry Quarry helped make this possible. Jerry's success
and accomplishments are a part of boxing history. However, being close to a
boxer who won the National Golden Gloves Heavyweight title in 1965, and went on to fight
for the World Heavyweight Championship as a professional, is a part of my history.
When I was twelve-years-old I had a dream that was a bit unusual for a middle class
kid growing up in Burbank, California. I was going to be a professional boxer.
I didn't just want to be a pro fighter . . .I was GOING TO BE a pro fighter. I set
a goal for myself and nothing was going to stop me. Of course, nobody took me
seriously but it didn't matter, I took myself seriously. However, this
was not going to be easy. First off, there were no boxing gyms in the Burbank
area or close by where I could start out. The YMCA didn't have a boxing program and
even if it had, I was looking for a place where real boxers trained, amateurs
and pros.
In early 1965, the Western Regional Golden Gloves Championships were televised in
the Los Angeles area and, naturally, I was glued to the TV. The heavyweight
final was won by a 19-year-old from Bellflower named Jerry
Quarry. Quarry scored a decision over Clay Hodges and would represent Los Angeles in
the national tournament the following week in Kansas City. There was something
special about this fighter and I couldn't see anybody beating him in the Nationals.
I was right.
Jerry Quarry not only won the 1965 National Golden Gloves Heavyweight title but was the
only boxer to do so by knocking out all five of his opponents. I read about Quarry
winning the National Golden Gloves title in the Los Angeles Times and the news made me
want to start boxing even more.
I was frustrated because I had a goal and couldn't get started. I was twelve years
old and not getting any younger. I couldn't help but remember that the TV announcer
for the Golden Gloves had said that Quarry had started boxing when he was seven, so
I believed that I was about five years behind schedule. I used to think of how great
it would be to start out in the same place, and train in the same gym as Quarry did,
wherever that was.
One day I had this crazy idea. Why not call Jerry Quarry on the telephone and ask
where he trains and how I could get my boxing career started. Of course, this
would require a phone number. I remembered that Quarry had been introduced in the
ring as being from Bellflower, so I called information and asked the operator for
the number of a Jerry Quarry in Bellflower. She said she had one listing and it
proved to be the right one. A few minutes later I was talking on the phone with
Jerry Quarry.
I think Jerry was as surprised by my call as I was to get thru to him. I
congratulated him on winning the Golden Gloves and asked where he started out. Jerry
said he started when he was seven-years-old in a little gym behind the garage of Johnny
Flores, the manager and trainer of quite a few top professional and amateurs boxers.
I asked Jerry where this gym was and he said it was in the San Fernando
Valley.
"The San Fernando Valley, I live in the Valley, where's the gym"? I
asked. Quarry told me that "The Johnny Flores Gym" was in Pacoima,
about a dozen miles from where I lived. I asked Jerry if Flores still worked
with kids and was told that Johnny had several kids competing in amateur and junior
amateur tournaments. Quarry told me that he was about to turn professional and
that Flores would co-manage his career along with his father Jack. I asked when he
would have his first fight and he told me that he would make his debut on the undercard of
the Vicente Saldivar - Raul Rojas featherweight title fight at the L.A. Coliseum in a few
weeks. I wished him luck and thanked him for the information. My
grandfather had just retired and he and my father agreed to give me transportation to
Flores Gym if I agreed to keep my grades up. Within a few weeks I was a member of
the same boxing stable as my new idol, Jerry Quarry.
During the next six years I competed as an amateur and turned professional shortly after
my 18th birthday. In 1970, the year of my pro debut, Quarry split from
manager Johnny Flores. However, during the first six years of Jerry's pro
career, I was one of the first to hear about what was going on behind the scenes in
the world of heavyweight boxing.
After Quarry turned professional, he shifted his training headquarters from Flores'
Gym to the Main Street Gym in downtown Los Angeles. On weekends, Johnny's gym was
closed, so I'd hop on a bus early Saturday morning and workout at Main Street before the
professionals took the floor. It was here that I was able to watch Jerry Quarry
train as he moved up the ladder in the heavyweight division
Every weekend when Jerry worked out at the Main Street Gym, his entire family would
turn out to watch. When I say entire family, I mean everybody. Jerry's
parents, brothers & sisters, children and other's would fill the bleachers at one end
of the gym. Jerry's mother Arawanda would pack a picnic basket and the family would
make an event of it. This was something that used to irritate gym owner Howie
Steindler. One day after the Quarrys left the gym, Steindler had to pick up
paper plates, cups and napkins left by the Quarry brood. The gruff little
Steindler finally posted a sign by the front door that read "THIS IS A BOXING
GYM. IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A PICNIC TAKE IT TO GRIFFITH PARK".
Watching Jerry spar with other heavyweights in the gym was always exciting to me. He
boxed with a variety of fighters such as Amos "Big Train" Lincoln, Eddie
"Boss Man" Jones and Joe "Shot Gun" Shelton to name a few. On
occasion, he would even spar with welterweight contender Ernie "Indian
Red" Lopez for speed. However, it seemed that the most brutal workouts were the
sparring sessions between Jerry and his younger brother Mike, who was my age.
I remember once, shortly after Jerry had become rated among the top ten in
the heavyweight division, he and Mike sparred together one Saturday morning.
Mike was just 16 at the time and weighed about 160, thirty five pounds less than
Jerry. Jerry cut down on his brother like he were fighting for the title and left
Mike laying face down on the canvas. Mike had taken a brutal left hook to the body
and thought the punch had broken his back. I could understand a fighter working hard
when sparring but was surprised to see him cut down on his 16 year old brother like he
did. It was no wonder why Mike Quarry adapted a jab-and-move boxing style when he
fought. He had learned to keep his distance from his older brother or pay the price.
After winning his first twelve pro fights, eight by knockout, Jerry was held to a draw by
another unbeaten heavyweight from Utah, Tony Doyle. He won his next three
fights scoring two knockouts before being held to another draw by Tony Alongi. Jerry
would get lazy in these fights and allow himself to fight on a dead even level with boxers
that were nowhere near him in talent. This drew criticism from the fans and would
drive Flores crazy. Jerry had tremendous talent, however, he also had a
lazy streak that came out more than once during his career.
After the Alongi fight, Jerry's record was 15-0-2 (10 KO's) and he needed a victory that
would impress the many L.A. boxing fans and journalists that were following his career.
As he would do so many times in the future when
people doubted him, Jerry Quarry came alive. Jerry was matched with one of the
most rugged heavyweight trial horses in the world, George "Scrap Iron"
Johnson. Johnson had fought some of the best heavyweights in the world and had never
been knocked down. Joe Frazier fought "Scrap Iron" early in his career and
Johnson became the only man aside from Oscar Bonavena to go the distance with Frazier.
In the second round of Jerry's fight with "Scrap Iron", Johnson backed
Quarry into a corner. The moment Jerry's back touched the turn buckle he cut loose
with a vicious left hook that landed flush on Johnson's jaw and sent him reeling backwards
across the ring. "Scrap Iron" spun around twice before hitting the ropes
on the other side of the ring and went down flat on his back. Referee Lee Grossman
didn't even bother to count.
The following month, Jerry returned to Kansas City where he had won his National Golden
Gloves title and defeated Al Jones in a ten rounder. It was then back to L.A. for a
rematch with Alongi and Flores was upset that Jerry was not taking him serious.
Again, Quarry and Alongi fought to a draw. Flores was frustrated at his
fighter and told Jerry that he would never reach the top ten unless he started taking
things seriously. As far as Jerry was concerned he was still unbeaten and good
enough to beat anybody in the world. In his next fight, he would learn differently.
Eddie Machen was considered an over-the-hill former contender that had been KO'ed by
Ingemar Johansson in one round, half a dozen years earlier. At least that was
Jerry's view. Machen was on a comeback and had recently upset another unbeaten L.A.
heavyweight named Joey Orbillo. Quarry knew that he was better than Orbillo and took
old Eddie Machen lightly. On July 15, 1966, Machen would hand Jerry Quarry his
first professional loss via a unanimous ten round decision.
After a three month rest, Quarry finished 1966 with three straight wins and won
three more in early 1967, including a ten round decision over Brian London whom had
fought Muhammad Ali for the title the year before. About the time
Quarry beat London, Ali was stripped of his Heavyweight title for failing to
register for the Draft and the heavyweight title was suddenly vacant.
At this stage, The Ring Magazine rated Jerry Quarry just outside the top ten heavyweights
in the world. For Quarry to break into that elite group he would have to defeat one.
His next match would offer that chance. The man Quarry would be facing
was not only a contender, he was a former World Champion. Floyd Patterson was
not only a former champion, but the youngest to ever win the title and the only one
ever to regain the title after losing it. These facts would be enough to inspire
anybody to take the fight serious, however, the most motivating factor for
Quarry was that Floyd Patterson was his idol.
Quarry trained hard for the Patterson fight and should have won. He had everything
necessary to beat Patterson but showed the former champ too much respect and didn't follow
up on several occasions when Floyd was hurt.
After ten rounds the decision was a draw.
A few months later Joe Frazier won the New York version of the Heavyweight title with a
decision over Buster Mathis. However, few considered Frazier-Mathis
as a valid title bout considering there were eight other heavyweights in the
picture. I will never forget the smile on Johnny Flores' face the day he walked into
his backyard gym and told us that he had learned that there was going to be an eight
man elimination tournament to determine a successor to Muhammad Ali's title. The
reason for Flores happiness was that his heavyweight, Jerry Quarry, would be
among the eight.
In the quarter final round Quarry would be matched with Patterson in a rematch of their
fight just four months previous. Jerry wanted a tune-up first and KO'ed Billy
Daniels in one round at the Olympic Auditorium. Six
weeks later he would avenge his draw with Patterson and score a 12 round split decision
over the former two-time champ.
Quarry's opponent in the semi-final round of the tournament would be Thad Spencer,
the man who was favored to win the title. I remember that during the weeks leading
up to this fight, Johnny Flores would talk about reports
he was getting regarding Spencer's conditioning. Flores had gotten word that Spencer was
doing a lot of partying and taking Quarry lightly. This was a major mistake because
Jerry was in top condition and ready. On February 3, 1968 Jerry Quarry gave Thad
Spencer a one-sided beating before stopping him in the 12th and final round.
Going into the championship final with Jimmy Ellis, Jerry Quarry was a solid 8-to-5
favorite based on his exceptional performance against the heavily favored Spencer.
By now, the in-fighting between Jerry's father Jack and Johnny Flores had been going on
for months. Flores was one of boxing's shrewdest and most respected managers
in boxing. Jack had been a problem from day one. He had no experience in
dealing with boxing promoters and had no business being included in the management of his
son. He insisted Jerry make him co-manager along with Flores so he could keep an eye
on things. His only responsibility was to make sure that Jerry got up every morning
early to do his road work. Unfortunately, Jack Quarry rarely got up early
enough to wake his son.
In Jerry's first shot at the heavyweight title, he made the mistake of trying to out
box Jimmy Ellis and dropped a boring fifteen round decision. After the decision was
announced, Quarry grabbed the microphone from the ring announcer and dramatically
announced his retirement from boxing in the middle of the ring. Jerry was only 23
and I remember thinking, "give me a break", as I watched this on TV.
After the disappointing performance Jerry had put on that night, nobody
cared.
Seven months later Quarry was back in the ring and KO'ed trial horse Bob Mumford in
Phoenix. After winning four straight with three knockouts Quarry made his Madison
Square Garden debut with an impressive twelve round decision victory over Buster Mathis.
Jerry Quarry was back in the heavyweight spot light and three months later
would return to the Garden for another shot at the Heavyweight title. This time, Quarry
would be facing one of the best heavyweights to ever step into the ring, Joe
Frazier.
I will never forget this fight. I was seventeen years old at the time and had
watched it develop from day one. My closest friend, amateur heavyweight Alan
"Kit" Boursse' would travel to New York with Flores and Quarry to serve as a
sparring partner. Jerry set up training camp in the Catskills at the legendary
Grossingers Resort where many boxing greats of the past, such as Rocky Marciano, trained
for championship fights at the Garden. I would get weekly reports back home from
Boursse' who told me that Jerry was in top shape and had injured every sparring partner in
camp but himself. "Jerry's punching the crap out of everybody they bring in
here and I don't know how I've avoided getting hurt", Boursse reported.
"He's going to surprise everybody that thinks he hasn't a chance with Frazier.
Jerry is likely to knock him out".
I had high hopes for Jerry Quarry the night he stepped into the ring with Joe Frazier for
their first fight. Jerry was ready and, as always, so was Frazier.
In the first round I think Jerry shocked everybody, especially Frazier,
by going right to Smokin Joe and backing him up. Quarry had Frazier reeling
from an all-out attack and there was the smell of an upset in the air. Jerry fought
Frazier tough and I'll never forget the people in the theatre watching it on closed
circuit TV jumping to their feet and cheering Quarry during the first few rounds.
However, by the 7th round Frazier had taken control of the match and stopped
Jerry. Jerry had given his best and I was disappointed he didn't win. To
add insult to injury, after the bout, the I.R.S. invaded Quarry's dressing
room and served he, his father Jack and trainer Teddy Bentham with tax bills. They
announced that back taxes for all three would be garnished from the purse. The only
one in Jerry's camp that was not served with a tax bill was Flores. Jack Quarry was
furious that he would have to pay back taxes out of his cut and noticed that the feds were
not bothering Flores. "What About him!" Jack shouted, pointing
at Flores. The agent looked at Jack and answered "Mr. Flores has paid his taxes
and is not involved in this".
This was the beginning of the end of Flores' association with Quarry. Jerry would
fight three more times in 1969, scoring two KO's prior to returning to Madison Square
Garden in December to face George Chuvalo. Chuvalo was the rugged Canadian who had fought
Ali for the title five years earlier and was known as a catcher. Jerry went into the bout
a heavy favorite and in good shape. Of all the disappointing moments in Jerry
Quarry's career this was the most surprising of all. As expected, Jerry had
his way with Chuvalo and handed him a one sided beating. Thru the first six rounds
Quarry had staggered Chuvalo repeatedly and in the 7th had Chuvalo ready to go.
After staggering the Canadian Jerry got careless and caught a left hook on the chin.
The blow caught Jerry off balance and sent him to the canvas. Jerry was not hurt but
the referee had to call it a knockdown. Instead of Quarry jumping to his feet
quickly to show he wasn't hurt, he foolishly decided it would be a good time to take
a breather until the count of eight. Jerry was resting in a kneeling position but
when the count reached eight he remained on one knee and was counted out. Jerry's
excuse was that he couldn't hear the count and the fans went crazy. I still remember
how disgusted Flores was when he returned to California after the fight. At this
point Flores and Jerry were no longer speaking and Johnny would never again work his
fighters corner.
Jack Quarry had convinced his son to drop Johnny Flores. However, Flores still
had two years remaining of a seven year contract signed by the fighter upon his turning
professional. Jack Quarry didn't pay much attention to
contracts and attempted to sign with promoters for fights involving his son. He soon
discovered that the contracts were no good without Flores' signature and that promoters
had no time to do business with an idiot like Jack Quarry.
This infuriated the elder Quarry and Jerry as well. As wrong as it
was to alienate himself from Flores, Jerry made one smart move at the time and that
was to get rid of his father. Unlike Flores' contract, Jack Quarry's
contract with his son had expired two years previous and had never been renewed.
Johnny Flores would still be entitled to one half of 33.3% of all of Jerry's future
earnings until 1972. The father would be entitled to exactly what he deserved,
nothing.
At the time Jerry had become friendly with a very well known Los Angeles attorney known
for his underworld connections. It was no secret that Quarry was upset over having
to honor Flores' share of future purses and a few months later Flores' became the target
of an attempted contract hit involving two off-duty Los Angeles police officers. The
attempt upon Flores' life was a failure and never connected to Quarry directly.
The L.A.P.D. was able to play the incident off as a case of "mistaken
identity" but Flores sued the City of Los Angeles and settled out of court.
After winning four straight in 1970 with three KO's Jerry would become Muhammad Ali's
first opponent after three years of inactivity. The bout was held in Atlanta on
October 26th and Ali had no trouble using Quarry as a
target, stopping Jerry in three rounds.
After winning his next six fights, Quarry challenged Ali a second time in 1972 and
once again was stopped, in seven rounds this time. Jerry opened 1973
with a 7th round knockout over Randy Neumann and the following month was matched with Ron
Lyle. Lyle was an unbeaten knockout artist and was considered the next Sonny Liston.
Quarry entered the match an underdog and not expected to beat the thunderous
punching Lyle. As so many times before in the career of Jerry Quarry, he rose
to the occasion and easily defeated Lyle over twelve rounds at Madison Square Garden.
Ten months later, after scoring two more knockouts Quarry was matched with another
unbeaten knockout puncher, Earnie Shavers.
Quarry was considered to be on the down side of his career despite his beating Lyle
earlier in the year. People would say "Quarry just can't win the big
ones", and Shavers was expected to win. Once again Jerry Quarry
defied popular opinion and this time did it convincingly. He knocked out Earnie
Shavers in the first round, setting up a rematch with Joe Frazier.
The previous year, Frazier had the lost the title to George Foreman and had just
lost his second fight with Ali. Quarry was hot and Frazier had lost his last two.
Quarry fans believed that this might be Jerry's fight. However,
after five rounds Quarry was finished and the bout was stopped.
Quarry's ring career came to an end on March 24, 1975 he was KO'ed by Ken Norton in five
rounds at Madison Square Garden.
Quarry wisely announced his retirement from boxing after the Norton fight and was
immediately hired by CBS to announce their televised fights. This was an ideal
situation for Quarry because he was articulate and the fans loved his analysis of fighters
and matches. Jerry was able to provide something in the broadcast that other
sports announcers could not and that was a fighter's perspective of a match. After
years of Howard Cosell's nonsense on ABC, Quarry was a welcome alternative and CBS
could not have been happier.
Two years later, after establishing himself with CBS, Quarry was having
thoughts of a comeback at age 32. When CBS got word of Jerry's intentions they
immediately were supportive of their announcer's decision to fight again and wanted to
televise his comeback on their network. They told Quarry that if it was successful,
great. However, if it did not go well he would be able to step right
back into his job at the mike. However, they wanted to have an option on the
TV rights to his first fight and offered him $250,000.
This is where it became evident that Jerry Quarry was no wiser a business man than his
father Jack. When Quarry learned that ABC was willing to pay $300,00 to televise his
comeback, Quarry took the greater offer and signed with ABC. On November 5,
1977 Jerry returned to the ring in a scheduled ten round bout that appeared on ABC.
Jerry fought a light hitting nobody named Lorenzo Zanon in Las Vegas and took a beating
from the opening bell until finally catching the Italian with a left hook in the 9th
round. Luckily, Zanon went down from the hook and couldn't (or wouldn't) get
up. Had the fight gone the distance Quarry would have lost. Jerry realized he
was thru and retired once again.
About this time I stopped by Johnny Flores' house with Kit Boursse', my friend who'd
been Jerry's sparring partner years earlier. Flores' told us that after the fight
Quarry tried to get his job back with CBS but the network was so angry at him for giving
ABC the television right to his comeback they were no longer interested in him.
The last time I saw Jerry Quarry was in 1983. I was living in Westalke Village,
California and I knew that Jerry had a home in Agoura Hills, just a few miles away.
One day a friend of mine who worked in a local restaurant
called me to say that a couple of boxers were sitting at the counter and they said they
knew me. "Who are they?" I asked. "Jerry and Mike Quarry".
I immediately drove to the restaurant and talked with Jerry and Mike for
about an hour. Jerry seemed the same as always and I didn't notice any signs of
dementia at the time. However, Mike looked like a beat up old fighter and was
slurring his words. I'd run into Jerry several times over the years but hadn't seen
Mike since before he was KO'ed in a world title fight by Bob Foster. I could tell
that Mike was different and it made me feel bad because he was always the best looking and
sharpest of the Quarry brothers.
Jerry was 38 years old at the time and very overweight. A couple of months later I
was shocked to learn that he'd had a fight in Albuquerque and had scored a first round
knockout. A few months later he won again by decision in a ten rounder in
Bakersfield, California. However, Jerry retired again and I hoped that this time it
was for good. Unfortunately it wasn't. Nine years later at the age of 47 Jerry
Quarry lost a six round fight in Wisconsin to some nobody. This would be Jerry's
last boxing match, however, it would not be his last fight.
Jerry's biggest challenge would come in the form of Dementia Puglistica. The
night I tuned into ESPN hoping to hear the result of a fight, I had no idea it would
be the result of Jerry Quarry's last fight.
Today when I think of Jerry Quarry I don't picture him with dementia, or bleeding
from a cut after a bout with Muhammad Ali. I see the Jerry Quarry that excited
thousands of boxing fans as he fought his way into the
heavyweight picture at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles. I see the Quarry that
sent "Scrap Iron" Johnson flying across the ring before falling unconscious to
the canvas. I see Jerry going toe-to-toe with Joe Frazier and
having the best of it in the early rounds. I see Ernie Shavers unable to make it
thru the first round with Jerry. And I can still hear the voice of the 1965 National
Golden Gloves Heavyweight Champion telling me where I can
find my dream and make it come true.
Rest in peace Jerry Quarry . . . and Thank You.
Power Punches
By Lee Michaels
HOLYFIELD-LEWIS II
First and foremost, my prediction for an Evander Holyfield victory was wrong. I'll
pat myself on the back when I'm right, and I'll admit when I am wrong.
Second - a decent majority of the press, as well as fans I've spoken too, seem satisfied
with the quality of the rematch. Why? Because boxing is in such a sad state that people
become satisfied with a bout simply based on the fact that the outcome wasn't
controversial.
Like 800,000-plus other homes, I paid $49.95 to watch this fight. I'd love to be able to
justify my expenses by reaching and saying that this was a good one. Folks, it wasn't. An
aging, yet still game Holyfield plus a heartless,
cautious giant in Lewis made for a boring rematch, plain and simple.
Disagree with me on my criticism of Lewis? Then picture yourself a professional boxer, at
6-5, 240-plus pounds. If offered a style of fighting, as in passive or aggressive, knowing
your physique, what would you choose?
Personally, I'd choose to be aggressive. I'd use my size advantage to dictate the fight
rather than do it the Lewis way. At his size, Lewis can actually make his jab a weapon
rather than an annoyance. Once he did so, if he were to ever show an ounce of
aggressiveness he'd be worth watching. Until then he is pound for pound one of the
snoozers in the sport.
PAY-PER-PEEEWW!
Which leads me back to pay-per-view fights. Just when is a pay-per-view worth its price?
Had Holyfield-Lewis II been a barnburner, it still wouldn't have been worth paying $49.95.
If I am going to pay that amount for a PPV, I better get a good undercard. This undercard
was awful. It's one thing if a good undercard is scheduled and the fights don't pan out,
but this was the opposite end of the spectrum. With a good undercard booked, at least
there is an attraction to the viewer to tune in before the main event, thus giving
themselves a chance to justify paying for the telecast.
I remember paying for the Roy Jones Jr.-Montell Griffin rematch, which was held on a
weekday on PPV. If my memory serves me correct, this fight was priced at $19.95. As
history shows, Jones delivered a spectacular one-round KO. Was I angry because of the lack
of quality rounds? Not at all. Rooting for Jones to avenge his DQ loss, this is exactly
the result that I wanted.
However, when I shelled out approximately the same amount of money to watch Lou Savarese
KO Buster Douglas in one round, I WAS angry. Angry because of the pathetic performance of
Douglas.
Now, you're asking yourself, "Why did you keep paying these prices for these fights
if all you do is complain?"
Because I'm an insecure boxing fan. In other words, had Holyfield-Lewis II ended up being
great and I didn't see it, I would have felt left out until I saw the replay on HBO. Thus,
my theory for wasting my money.
Will I pay for another PPV in the future at $49.95? Absolutely.
GEORGE FOREMAN
For the millions and millions of you who read this website, you know that I am not a fan
of George Foreman on HBO/TVKO telecasts. Some of the most absurd comments in the history
of boxing analysts come out of this gentleman's mouth.
On the Andrew Golota-Michael Grant telecast (which replayed Holyfield-Lewis II), Foreman
stated that Lewis has the potential to be heavyweight champion for 9 years.
NINE YEARS?!?! If Joe Louis entered today's game of alphabet soup, even he would have a
hard time holding a belt for 9 MONTHS! With each organization having such indifference in
rankings and mandatory challengers, it's simply not possible.
And just how did Foreman come up with NINE years?
Not a telecast goes by where Foreman proves that he is arguably the worst boxing analyst
in the sport.
Where are you, Gil Clancy?
GOLOTA BE-GONNA
Andrew Golota is the Derrick Coleman of boxing. So much talent, yet not a thing to show
for it.
He is also the poster child for why boxing needs to screen fighters in a more extensive
manner before they enter the ring. In four big-time fights now - Bowe twice, Lewis and
Grant, Golota has shown that he is mentally incapable of being in the ring.
This is most obvious when the pressure is on. Aren't pressure-filled moments what boxers,
or athletes in general, live for? It's one thing to get knocked down when you're ahead on
points, therefore losing your momentum. Happens all the time in sports. Baseball team 'X'
is up 4-1, they give up a grand slam, and whammo! With the swing of a bat they're down
5-4. Momentum shift.
But to be a quitter like Golota is a disgrace. His two low-blow DQ's against Bowe were his
way out because he couldn't handle the pressure. And those of you who saw the Grant fight
heard him quit loud and clear in the middle of the ring.
Boxing is a brutal sport. You either decide to enter its gates or you don't. Whatever
decision you make must be an educated one. Sometimes that decision is detracted by
managers and promoters who care more about your money than about your well being. And if
that is the case, this is where the sport needs to step in. Screen fighters extensively
before fights. Put them through stress tests. Boxing must do its best to ensure that
absolutely nothing other than a boxer's abilities will determine the outcome of a bout.
Of course, until boxing is regulated by one sole organization, this will all be fantasy.
There are boxers who have sacrificed their health, even lives in this sport because they
had heart and weren't quitters. In essence, when Golota quit on national television, he
not only disgraced the sport, but he announced his
expulsion from it as well.
Good riddance.
Until next time.
Randy's World of Boxing
By Randy Gordon
NOW THAT LEWIS-HOLYFIELD IS OUT OF THE WAY...
I'm really tired of hearing people say how lucky Lennox Lewis is.
Lucky? You don't win an Olympic gold medal, have as fine a professional
record as he does, win the heavyweight championship of the world, hold it for as long as
he does and beat Evander Holyfield twice (yes, twice!) by being lucky. Is Lewis
lucky he didn't come along in an era which featured Sonny Liston, Cleveland Williams, Zora
Folley, Eddie Machen, Jerry Quarry, Cassius Clay, George Chuvalo and Oscar Bonavena?
Sure. But as for being lucky to be champion or lucky to win a unanimous
decision against Holyfield? Forget about it! Lewis is a tall, gifted boxer who
can give anybody fits with his boxing ability and long, long jab. Now, if anybody is
lucky, it's Frank Maloney, Lewis' big-mouthed dweeb of a manager. The guy is among
the most pompous individuals I have ever met in my many years in boxing, and I am
far-from-alone in that opinion.
By the way, don't be surprised to see Lewis make his first title defense
of his unified belt in front of a boisterous, intimidating hometown crowd in London.
Evander Holyfield has long been, not just one of my favorite fighters, but
favorite people. Neither of these factor into my feeling that he should fight no
longer. In fact, he should have hung up the gloves following his
Pay-Per-Chew fight against Mike Tyson. Let's face it, he is not going to be granted
a third fight against Lennox Lewis, nor will a fight against his close friend and
stablemate, Michael Grant, ever materialize. Don't expect
Holyfield-Tyson III, either, at least not for a long while. By then, Holyfield will
be pushing 40. Too many fights, too many wars. I think we've all seen the
dangers of boxing when one too many punches find their target.
Enough. Finito. Wave goodbye and go count your millions, Evander. You
were an outstanding champion.
When was the last time you saw a knockout punch in a major fight do to the loser what happened in the Oleg Maskaev-Hasim Rahman fight? A right by Maskaev sent Rahman through the ropes, across a press table and onto the floor, where a television monitor fell on top of him. OUCH! He was stunned, though not badly hurt. However, I believe that one punch ruined him.
Another outstanding champion continues to make a fool of himself and
tarnish the legend he took years to punch out. His name is Larry Holmes. The
fat, out-of-shape, overweight, looking-like-he-needs-a-bra "Easton
Assassin" continually threatens to climb through the ropes and fight again.
Spare us. His "fight" last summer against James "Bonecrusher"
Smith, another sadly-out-of-shape former heavyweight champion was one of the most pitiful
exhibitions of boxing I have ever seen...While on former champions, let's also show the
exit to Greg Page. The one-time WBA heavyweight king is another in the group of
nothing-left fighters who believes people still want to see him in action. Hey, in
his prime he often came into the ring out of shape. That was in the early to
mid-80's. Now, he's in the same group as Holmes and Smith. Enough!
Geez, I can't believe how many writers, announcers and fans are killing Andrew Golota, saying he out-and-out quit against Michael Grant. Quit? The guy fought nearly 10 really tough rounds against perhaps the best heavyweight on the planet. Okay. So Golota doesn't have the heart and determination of Muhammad Ali or Joe Frazier. But how many fighters do? Do we expect every one of them to fight that hard and for that long, then plead for the referee to allow the fight to continue after they've been drilled, staggered or knocked down? Every man is different and each has his own breaking point. Golota reached his and packed it in. It's that simple. Did I enjoy the fight any less because he quit? Absolutely not. His quitting took nothing away from my enjoyment of what had been an outstanding heavyweight battle.
If I hated anything about the fight, it was listening, once again, to the constant,
head-shaking bleatings coming from the mouth of HBO's George Foreman, who is setting new
standards in mediocrity every time he puts on the headset. Why does HBO continue to
use him? Why not Roy Jones Jr.? Or Gil Clancy? Or anybody but
George!!!...If you're wondering what will come next from Golota, do not expect retirement,
as so many are suggesting and predicting. The prediction from this corner is that
the rough, tough "Foul Pole" may next be put in with tall, destructive but still
untested Vitali Klitschko. Hmm. Interesting matchup!
It seems from this corner that female boxing is picking up. There
are more and more bouts featuring women and more and more bout cards highlighting the
tender gender. Then why has the world's top female boxer--Lucia Rijker--dropped off
our radar screens?
A big thumbs down to Nevada's governor for removing the best of
their five state athletic commissioners--Dr. James Nave--from office after 11 years or
service. Once again, politics rears its disgusting face as it replaced
perhaps the finest commissioner in the country with a political hack, one who doesn't know
a fish hook from a left hook. Although the three commissioners who remained on the
NSAC are tight-lipped, I understand all are extremely upset with the decision.
Don't be shocked if you see Mike Tyson one day rejoining his porky
former trainer Kevin Rooney. The extremely overweight Rooney, who has been Vinny
Pazienza's longtime trainer, has been sending out feelers towards the Tyson camp and we
understand the interest is there, though Rooney's presence is making Tyson's present
trainers, Jay Bright and Stacey McKinley, very unhappy...Grant Elvis Phillips, President
of Grant Boxing Equipment, recently won an undisclosed amount of money in a lawsuit
against Everlast...Watch talented New England lightweight Gary Balletto. The
power-punching Balletto is 14-0-1 with 14 knockouts and is a fresh young talent in the
division...As long as you are online, check out Floyd Mayweather's website at www.akaprettyboyfloyd.com .
The WBC recently voted, 32-0, to strip welterweight champion
Felix Trinidad of his title if he goes through with his decision to face WBA Jr.
Middleweight champion David Reid. Let's see who backs down first--the WBC or
Trinidad. Naturally, if Trinidad does get stripped, expect one of the participants
in the battle for Trinidad's vacated WBC title to be none other than Oscar de la Hoya.
By the way, I love the fact that the U.S. Government is closing the noose
around the neck of the IBF. Former U.S. Attorney Zachary Carter is expected to be
installed as the replacement to IBF Prexy Bob Lee. Lee and his
attorneys are expected to battle Carter's installation, but sources tell me he has little
chance of winning that battle. While the government has a myriad of its own
problems, its involvement into boxing cannot possibly hurt the sport. Hopefully, the
government will soon figure out a way to dismantle the foreign-based WBC, WBA, WBU, WBO
and other alphabet organizations.
Will somebody please tell me why Stephan Johnson was allowed back in a
boxing ring? The man was carried out of the ring on a stretcher back in April in
Canada. Had he been your fighter, would you have allowed him back in the ring?
I doubt it!
How Joe Louis Would Have Beaten Muhammad Ali!
By Monte Cox
In the July 1991 Ring Magazine I had a letter published giving four reasons
why I thought Muhammad Ali would have defeated Joe Louis had these two all time great
heavyweights ever met in their respective primes. These four reasons sum up how most
modern boxing fans think of a potential Ali-Louis battle: 1) Ali had greater speed,
especially of foot. 2) Ali had the ability to adapt and change his fight plan while Louis
tended to be more robotic. 3) Ali had the better chin and successfully absorbed the bombs
of some of boxing’s most dangerous sluggers. 4) Ali was never beaten at his best; his
first loss came at age 29.
Having grown up as a fan of Muhammad Ali it is sometimes difficult to be objective. I felt
a need to prove this popular theory to myself. I began an intensive study of the two great
heavyweights particular styles by thoroughly studying films of both fighters, as well as
the opinions of other knowledgeable historians and trainers. Within a year I published an
article in the May 1992 Boxing Scene "Joe Louis: The Best Heavyweight Ever!" In
this article I argued that out of all the heavyweight champions it was Joe Louis who most
closely resembled the perfect fighter. I concluded the Louis-Ali match-up as a toss up
that could go either way. After more years of study I now firmly believe that Joe Louis
could defeat Muhammad Ali. The following describes the how and why.
Muhammad Ali has become such a legend that people think of him as invincible. One person
wrote to me that Ali was a "demi-god". I admit it’s pretty impossible to
defeat a deity. However, Ali was not a god, but a human being and as such had human
frailties. As Jack Dempsey once said "no man has everything." Ali had a number
of weaknesses as a fighter. He did not have an orthodox style and never learned the
rudiments of classical boxing. Ali made many tactical errors in the ring. Ali did not know
how to properly hold his hands, duck (he pulled back or sidestepped), parry or how to
block a jab!
Ken Norton’s trainer Eddie Futch said (Anderson pg. 233) "The jab was a big
reason Muhammad Ali never figured out why he had so much trouble with Ken Norton in their
three fights."
Norton consistently hit Ali with his jab because Ali didn't keep his right hand up to
parry Norton’s counter jab. Ali leaned away from punches. He dropped his hands low.
These poor habits caused him trouble with quick handed boxers who had solid left hands.
Joe Louis said of Ali in his autobiography, "Ali’s a great fighter, (but) he
made too many mistakes, his hands are down a lot, and he takes too many punches to the
body. I know what I’m talking about" (Louis pg. 260).
Technically, Ali wasn't a very good fighter; it was just that his physical
gifts (speed, reflexes, and chin) were so astonishing that he was able to get away with
things that would have gotten most fighters beaten up. Some may argue he did end beaten up
when his career was over. George Foreman notes on his web-site (www.georgeforeman.com)
that after Ali’s speed diminished "it became apparent that he never really
learned defense."
Even before his exile Ali was far from unbeatable. His chin was among the best in
heavyweight history, but no man’s chin is impregnable. Ali was nearly kayoed by Henry
Cooper’s left hook:
"It caught Clay on the side of the jaw and Cassius went over backwards through the
ropes. He rolled back into the ring, then got dazedly to his feet. He was gazing off in
the distance…starry-eyed. He wobbled forward gloves low. He started to fall but his
handlers caught him" (June 19, 1963 NY Times). Had that punch not come at the end of
the round he would have been in serious jeopardy.
Ali also struggled against Doug Jones. The lesson from that fight is not whether Ali
deserved the decision, but that a small heavyweight of modest ability was able to be
competitive with him. Fighters with quick hands and good left jabs always caused him great
difficulty. Against Louis, Ali would be facing one of the fastest and most powerful
jabbers in boxing history.
Now, consider the statement by Murray Goodman that Joe Louis "could knock you out
with a left jab." (Goodman, "Rocky Marciano vs. Joe Louis. Who Would Have Won In
Their Primes?" Boxing Scene, Spring 1995 pg. 83).
"There was kayo power in every one of Joe Louis punches, but the most important of
all was the battering ram of a jab, which was equal in power to an ordinary heavyweights
right cross" ("The 10 Greatest Punchers of All Time", Mike Silver, Ring
Almanac, pg. 122, 1998).
Boxing historian and writer Ted Carroll summarized a potential Ali vs. Louis match-up:
"Louis had one of the fastest right hands ever seen in a ring. It boomed out of his
slow moving gait with the speed and suddenness of a rattler. Clay’s defensive
technique relies greatly upon leaning backward out of range of his opponent’s blows.
Against a right hand of Louis speed and power this would have been a highly dangerous
maneuver and the current champion would have been flirting with disaster every time he
tried it. It is possible to conceive Clay getting a decision over Louis in a bout that
lasted the full 15 rounds. But it is not so easy to imagine his going the distance without
getting tagged by Louis fast hands somewhere along the way. When that happened it could
mean the end of everything right then and there for Muhammad Ali." ("How would
Clay Have Done Against Stars of the Past", Ring, July 1966).
Carroll also noted that boxers with great footwork such as Conn and Pastor had given Louis
trouble. But Ali was not as correct a boxer as Billy Conn or Bob Pastor. Ali had many
faults in his style. Joe Frazier nearly knocked him out in the 11th round of their first
fight as Ali exposed himself with in the corner with his hands down. A crunching left hook
to the jaw had Ali wobbling around the ring in serious trouble. Louis was a faster and by
far a more accurate and powerful puncher than Frazier was. He was the finest combination
puncher in heavyweight history, and possibly the greatest finisher. If Louis had Ali hurt
the way Frazier did in the 11th round there is no way Ali would have survived.
Ali’s legs were doing the "dance that puppets do when the guy with the strings
is drunk." (Bob Waters, Newsday, Mar. 9, 1971).
Had that been Joe Louis in there instead of Joe Frazier it would have been over! Louis was
a deadly finisher and
didn't let his man off the hook when
hurt. The "Brown Bomber" was the epitome of the hooded assassin. In fact the
saying goes "Once Joe Louis had his man hurt...."
Foreman had Ali out on his feet by Muhammad’s own admission (Ali pg. 406-409). George
Foreman and Earnie Shavers were arguably heavier hitters than was Louis, but they were not
nearly as explosive or quick with their hands. George and Earnie were limited fighters who
ran out of gas in the later rounds. Foreman was the heavyweight destroyer non-pareil, who
owned the first five rounds of any fight, but by the sixth he was done. Shavers tried to
pace himself in his fight with Ali, and consequently failed to go after him after he had
him hurt. Louis had 15 round stamina and kept his power into the late rounds. Louis was a
constant knockout threat throughout a fight, while Ali only had to make it though the
early rounds against Shavers and Foreman, who threw a lot of wild haymakers, wasting their
limited energy. Louis didn’t make that mistake, throwing short, jolting, economically
sound punches. Louis would pick his shots and take apart any man who placed himself on the
ropes.
The "rope-a-dope" would not work against Louis, in much the same way it
didn’t work against Frazier in Manila. In that fight, he absorbed a terrible beating
to the body.
"Ali slumped into his corner at the end of the 10th round exhausted and contemplated
quitting"(Sports Illustrated, Oct 13, 1975).
Louis would pressure Ali, like Frazier and Norton. Ali didn’t like pressure, as he
preferred to box from the outside. Joe Louis once described how he would have fought Ali:
"The kid has speed and there’s no one around to outbox him, and the opponent who
tries is in his grave. Especially in the middle if the ring. I’d see to it that Clay
didn’t stay in ring center. No. He’d be hit into those ropes as near a corner as
I could get him. If he stayed on the ropes he would get hurt. Sooner or later he’d
try to bounce off, when he did he would get hurt more. I’d press him, cut down his
speed, and bang him around the ribs. I’d punish the body. "Kill the body and the
head will die", Chappie use to tell me. It figures. Sooner or later he’d forget
about that face of his and he would start dropping that left hand like he did against
Mildenberger and Chuvalo. Those fellows got their openings by accident, and fouled it up.
I would work for it and wouldn’t reckon to miss when it arrived. Cassius Clay is a
nice boy and a smart fighter. But I am sure Joe Louis would have licked him."
("How I Would Have Clobbered Clay", The Ring, Feb. 1967).
Joe Frazier fought this battle plan mapped out by Louis in 1967 almost to perfection on
Mar. 8, 1971. Frazier began working the body early. He punished Ali along the ropes, and
when his opening finally came (in the 11th and again in the 15th) Frazier took advantage.
Smokin’ Joe failed to score a knockout that day but his victory was decisive. The
plan almost worked in the third fight as well, Ali absorbed such a beating he said it was
"the closest thing to death" that he had ever experienced.
Kenny Norton used a very similar plan. Eddie Futch instructed Norton "your not going
to hit Ali by slipping, dropping underneath or parrying. Ali carries his right hand out
here to the side because he knows he can get away with it. If you try to slip his jab and
counter-punch he’s gone. If you try to bob underneath he’s gone. You have to hit
him while he’s punching. When he starts to jab you punch with him. Keep your right
hand high. His jab will pop into the middle of your glove and then your jab will come
right down the pipe…That is what destroyed Ali’s rhythm." (Anderson pg.
235).
He further planned out the following, "If you start from the center of the ring it
will only take you three steps to get Ali on the ropes. Every time you jab, step in and
jab again. Then do the same thing." Then Eddie told him what to do when he got Ali to
the ropes, "Don’t do like all the other guys do. Don’t throw your left hook
to the head, he’ll pull back against the ropes and pepper you with counter-punches,
instead start banging his body with both hands." (Anderson pg. 235). That is how
Norton, whose jab, speed, and power was inferior to Joe Louis, gave Ali hell in three very
close fights.
Joe Louis trainer Jack Blackburn was a master boxer, an all-time great lightweight who
fought heavyweights. He was a genius at boxing strategy and at least the equal of men like
Ray Arcel and Eddie Futch. Blackburn would have devised a plan to defeat Ali using the
same strategy that Joe spoke of in 1967. He would have seen the same weaknesses that Futch
used to instruct Frazier and Norton to defeat Ali. Ali did not hold his right hand in
place to block the counter-jab. Chappie Blackburn would tell Joe, "he’s a sucker
for a left jab." Louis had the perfect classic style to defeat Ali. It would not
matter that Ali’s jab would "get there first." Joe would block Ali’s
jab with his right glove held high, his chin tucked under his shoulder and counter Ali in
the middle of his face with his own jab just as Norton did. He would use the jab to
maneuver Ali to the ropes.
As Goodman noted, Louis was a "master at cutting off the ring" (Goodman, 64).
Ali said he was forced to go to the ropes against Foreman, "All during training I had
planned to stay off the ropes…but now I’ve got to change my plans. Sadler and
Moore have drilled George too well. He does his job like a robot but he does it
well…I’m famous for being hard to hit in the first rounds, but no fighter can
last (dance) fifteen if he has to take six steps to his opponents three." (Ali pg.
405)
Joe would put continuous physical and psychological pressure on Ali. Louis would cut off
the ring and step Ali towards the ropes, where he would then pound the body. Muhammad
would then begin to drop his hands. Blackburn would instruct Louis "when he throws
the right uppercut, deliver the knockout drops with the left hook." Ali threw a right
uppercut from the outside, a strict no-no. This is what made him vulnerable to the left
hook throughout his career. Joe Frazier exploited this flaw and dropped Ali in the 15th
round of their first fight.
Eventually Louis would see an opening and strike. Goodman described a Joe Louis assault
like this:
"There were no warnings with a Louis punch. He would lash out like a cobra, and it
could be just as deadly"(Goodman, 64).
Jimmy Braddock was once asked what it was like to get hit by "The Brown
Bomber’s" punch, "It ain’t like a punch," Braddock said.
"It’s like somebody nailed you with a crowbar!"(75 Years of The Ring, Vol.
3, No. 1, 1997 pg. 61 Section: The Best Puncher).
Louis would catch Ali along the ropes with one of his most powerful and deadly hooks.
Unlike Frazier, Joe Louis could throw a triple left hook with speed and power as he did
against Max Baer. Ali’s legs would turn to jelly. Louis combinations would fire with
piston like precision and the power of a human jackhammer. The speed of Louis assault
would be mesmerizing. Ali would be battered unmercilessly and unceasingly until the
referee was forced to call an end to the execution.
In comparison to my original somewhat superficial thoughts from my 1991 letter a more
thorough examination of the facts shows the following to be true:
1) While Ali is the fastest heavyweight ever, Louis was nearly as fast with his hands.
Ali’s many tactical mistakes would leave him open to one of Louis lightning-like
strikes. His foot-speed and jab would be negated by Louis properly placed right parrying
hand. Louis would render ineffective Ali’s primary weapon, his left jab, and drive
him to the ropes vis-a-vis Ken Norton.
2) Ali was a master of strategy against slow handed bruisers like Liston, Terrell,
Foreman, and Shavers. He had more trouble with men with hand speed who could punch with
him like Doug Jones, Norton, and Jimmy Young. Louis was superior in hand speed to any of
these men. With the previously outlined strategy, which Blackburn and Joe would be sure to
implement, Louis would not be at a strategic disadvantage against Ali.
3) Ali had a great chin, but he was not "superman." Joe Frazier had Ali in
serious trouble and he did not have
Louis speed and combination punching
ability, if he did he would have kayoed Ali in their first fight, perhaps in the third.
Liston, Foreman and Shavers were big punchers but slow, and could not carry on a sustained
assault for 15 rounds. Louis definitely would keep up the pressure and he was a more
explosive and sharper puncher in the mold of a young Mike Tyson. Louis had real shock
value in his punches. Ali’s chin would have its greatest test not against Frazier or
Foreman but against Joe Louis.
4) Ali was never beaten until a 3-year lay-off, but it was still close to his physical
prime. Some would say he lost to Doug Jones, and he was nearly kayoed by Cooper so his
unbeaten streak is not without tarnish. In comparing Ali when he retired at age 36 after
beating Spinks his record was 56-3 with 37 kayos. Louis when he retired as champion at age
35 was 60-1 with 51 kayos. Louis also lost four of his best years due to WW2 just as Ali
lost 3 ½ years in his forced exile. Overall Ali faced the better competition, but
Schmeling (a first rate counter-puncher), M. Baer (one of the hardest hitters in division
history), Godoy (never knocked off his feet in his first 70 pro fights), and Walcott (one
of the slickest boxer-punchers of all time) are better than anyone that Ali faced during
his prime years, with the exception of Sonny Liston. Both Ali and Louis were dominant
champions.
Ali’s slight edge in size over Joe would not be a factor. Ali was 6’3" 212
pounds in his prime, and had a long 80-inch reach. Louis was 6’1 ½", and about
207, his best weight in his rematches against Buddy Baer and Abe Simon. Louis had a
76" reach. Louis height and reach was about the same as Norton, or Evander Holyfield.
Frazier was 205 in the first Ali-Frazier fight, so any physical advantage is void. Joe
Louis had the hand speed, the jab, the power, the stamina, the ring smarts and the style
fail to defeat Muhammad Ali. Joe Louis is the one man who would knock Muhammad Ali out!
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Jabs With Johnny Tapia
By J. D. Vena
When my family couldn't come up with a name for our new dog, I thought
of a perfect one. We had picked up our dog from a nearby animal shelter that
receives its dogs from an organization in Albuquerque. For a five- week old pup, it
was extremely frisky. When I leaned over to pick her up for the first time, she
jumped up and bit me on the face. Though Albuquerque native and two-time champion
Johnny Tapia has never bit an opponent in the ring, I felt that our pup's tenacity and
energetic personality rivaled the doggedness that Tapia exhibits in his fights.
Unfortunately, my family wasn't enthused with the idea of naming the dog after a great
boxer, so we stuck with "Josie." For Johnny Tapia, the only other
conceivable name that appropriately fits him is the word "Champion."
Since his release from a three-year prison sentence for drug addiction
in 1994, Johnny Tapia has become one of the most established competitors in boxing.
Possessing an indomitable spirit, Tapia has not only beaten many
quality opponents but also conquered more demons than the average fighter. Before
Tapia was born his father was murdered. When he was young, his mother was kidnapped,
raped and murdered with an ice pick. At the age of 12, Tapia also survived a bus crash: a
crash that other passengers did not.
It seemed that the only solace for the 32-year old fighter had been
within the squared circle. Yet this past June 26th, Tapia suffered another setback,
losing his first professional fight and his WBA Bantamweight Championship to Paulie Ayala.
In a 12 round war, Tapia and Ayala fought arguably the most thrilling boxing match
seen in years. Only days before one of his greatest fights, Johnny Tapia encountered
startling news. The news was more difficult for Tapia to absorb than Ayala's punches.
After 24 years, the investigators who had reopened the murder case of his mother
identified her killer.
On January 8th, Tapia will try to move away from his trauma filled past
to move forward with his boxing career. He will challenge the fearsome once beaten,
WBO Bantamweight Champion, Jorge Eliecer Julio. Recently, I chatted with Tapia in
more chipper spirits upon his long awaited return to the ring, a safer place for him.
J.D.Vena: I have heard that you will be fighting early next year. Have you
gone into training yet?
Johnny Tapia: I will be going into camp in a couple of weeks. We're hoping to
get this fight in Albuquerque for January the 8th.
JV: How exciting is it for you to fight in your hometown?
JT: It's the best. We pull in about 19-20,000 people.
JV: You next opponent, WBO Bantamweight Champion, Jorge Eliecer Julio has gone
unnoticed throughout the decade despite losing only once to Junior Jones. What do
you know of Julio?
JT: I really don't know too much about him, but I do respect the guy. He's a
two-time world champion and has just about the same record as me (41-1 with 30 KO's).
I'm just going to give all I have. I want to be a champion
again and to beat a good fighter you have to beat his style. So I'm going to take it
to him.
JV: You have overcome severe tragedies and many life-threatening experiences.
How difficult has it been for you dealing with your first professional loss?
JT: Well first off, the better man lost that night. Boxing has been my escape
away from tragedy outside the ring. I had a real tough fight with Paulie Ayala.
Now I just need to pick it back up and get another belt. You can't keep a
good guy down.
JV: Many people, including myself thought that it was one of the most exciting
fights in years. Do you envision fighting him again, since you and Paulie would
stand to make a lot of money for a rematch?
JT: You know what it is? Bon Arum said he lost a lot of money on the fight.
So if he lost a lot of money, why would they want to make a rematch? I'm a fighter
and I'd like to fight him again but boxing is more of a business for me. It's all
about making money and paying my bills and I have fun doing it.
JV: Arum also promotes Erick Morales, the WBC Super-Bantamweight Champion.
I've heard rumors that you soon plan on jumping up to the 122-pound weight class where he
fights. Would Bob Arum be the stumbling block in arranging a fight between the two
of you?
JT: Well Bob Arum promotes a lot of the122-pounders. I basically want to focus
on Julio first and then we can go for bigger and better fights.
JV: Mark Johnson, the new premier 115-pounder in the world has stated that the only
reason why you moved up to bantamweight is because you were ducking him.
JV: Hey I don't avoid nobody! I've already fought 49 times which tells you
I've fought just about everybody. I just couldn't make 115 pounds anymore. I'd love
to fight Johnson. I'll fight 'em all. You know me. I don't back
down from no one. If they want to fight me and the money is right, let's get it on!
Hey everyone knows me. I fought every number one contender in the world and
every champion in each (weight) category and he's going to say that? That's just
talk.
JV: Do you still have bitter feelings towards your hometown nemesis, Danny Romero?
JV: I saw him just last week. We settled everything in the ring. As a
boxer, I love fighters too. I respect them. I went on to bigger and better
things (after I beat him). I hope he moves on too. He's still a young boxer
with a lot of fight left in him and I wish him all the best.
JT: If he were to reestablish himself or win a world title, would you consider
fighting him again?
JV: I'm moving on and want to fight different champions because I've already proven
what I could do against him. Plus everyone already saw that fight. I'm getting
bigger and older, so weight is hard to keep. I'm going to see if I can make 118
(bantamweight) again and then move up. I'm sitting at 145 pounds right now and I'm
tall, almost 5'7.
JV: How heavy or how many weight classes would you consider moving up to?
JT: Just 122.
JV: Is it excruciating to get down to 118?
JT: 118 is rough, but when you're the provider in the family, you just do it.
JV: It's a family business for you.
JT: (Laughs) Yeah it's a little corporation and it pays the bills.
JV: People frequently discuss the success and failures of fighters who are trained
by their fathers. Shane Mosley and Tito Trinidad have worked extremely well with
their fathers. Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Roy Jones Jr.'s situation didn't work out so
well for them. You are managed by your wife Teresa. Why has this been
successful for you and your wife and are you comfortable with the role she has?
JT: My wife is my (business) partner, but she is all I have and I wouldn't be where
I am today if it wasn't for her because she has taken care of me. It also goes both
ways with the money situation.
JV: Getting back to your fight with Ayala, is it important for you to fight him?
JT: By all means buddy.
JV: Though many people thought you won the fight with Ayala, the judges in Las Vegas
can sometimes be hard to impress especially when you're fighting the promoter's guy.
JT: When you're paid off it's always a different story. (Laughs) We all
know that. I didn't sign with Top Rank, so I knew I was going to lose anyway no
matter what I did. It's a funny, funky business. It's not what you know, it's
who you know.
JV: If you were to fight him again, would you fight him any differently.
JT: I was hurting him with every shot I hit him with. All I have to do is stay
outside and make the fight easy. But what happened before the fight with my whole
family being arrested, they (Top Rank) just set us up for a lot of stuff. If I were
to ever fight Ayala again, all I'd do is stick and move.
JV: The incident with your family was when the Las Vegas Police came in and told you
to clear out your dressing room citing too many people. Throughout your career,
you've always been known to have family members in your dressing room.
JT: All the time man.
JV: How many people did you have in the room that night?
JT: Just four people: my grandpa, my wife, Freddie (Roach, his trainer) and my cut
man.
JV: So you believe it was a ploy set up by Top Rank's people to anger you and throw
you off your fight plan?
JT: Everybody in the boxing game knows what happened. It's a tough and true
but the better man lost that night. So what can you do? I'm not going to sit
here and cry over it. I'll be a champion again soon, a four-time champion. A
lot of bantamweights after the age of 30 don't stay around like I have. I'm 32 and
I've beat outlasted everybody.
JV: The only fighter that comes to mind is Daniel Zaragoza who fought competitively
until he was 38 years old.
JT: I know. Can you believe that?
JV: You'll turn 33 in February and in my estimation, haven't shown any signs of
slowing down. What motivates you to continue fighting against the top notch fighters
and when do you want to hang 'em up?
JT: The winning attitude John. I refuse to lose. I just love being in
the ring. Fighting is where I find my peace and it's how I show who I am. I
don't care about being a millionaire. I just want to be able to pay my bills, retire
and have fun with my wife and son.
JT: Other than sheer excitement, what should we expect from you in your next fight?
JT: I got to be cool, calm and collected. That guy (Julio) hits very hard and
has a lot of knockouts. He'll probably be the oldest guy I've ever fought.
He's 34 so he knows how important this fight is to him also. I
just have to take it to him. Lately, it's been tough for me because of what happened
with my loss (to Ayala) and finding out about my mother's killer.
JV: Is there a sigh of relief or of frustration now that you finally found out about
your mother's killer?
JT: It really has, but there is nothing you can do. I really needed to know
(who killed her) but I guess it was better off that I found out later on. Otherwise, I
could have ended up in jail for life.
Cracked Craniums--Boxing Nightmares and the Second Impact Syndrome
By Katherine Dunn
(Published originally in the May 20, 1998 issue of PDXS Newspaper)
Bad Enough--One Example
The kid is just 17 years old and we're not going to use his name, but he's a good kid, a fine student, an artist. He's bright, likeable and hard working. He was a little shy, a bit introverted. So a couple of years ago his dad brought him to University Park Community Center in Portland, Oregon and the kid started training in the boxing program. Under the guidance of the experienced coach, Lee Jenkins, the kid gained confidence and physical fitness. He was registered as an amateur but he never had a bout and now he never will. Jenkins was not in the gym on March 16, 1998 when the kid started sparring. Jenkins was in the community center office tending to paper work but the kids' dad was there at ringside along with a volunteer assistant coach. In the third round the kid said he felt dizzy and then collapsed and went into convulsions. There hadn't been any notable shots to his head and observers at first thought he was reacting to a punch to the body. But Jenkins was summoned and a fast call was made to 911. Within six minutes the paramedics were on the spot and recognized symptoms of a head injury. They rushed the kid to a hospital where immediate surgery removed a chunk of his skull to reduce the pressure on his swelling brain. The evidence suggests that the kid had taken a knock to the head the week before. He'd been a little lethargic and sleepy but didn't consider himself injured or sick.
At first there were doubts that the kid would live, but he did. Later
there were worries that he might suffer permanent damage, but all the tests now indicate
that he will make a complete recovery. He's as chipper
and talkative as ever. In early May he had a second surgery to replace the slab of bone
that had been removed from his skull. The speed with which he was diagnosed and
treated saved his life, his health, his intelligence
and his talents. It will take a while but the kid will be fine. (Since this story
appeared, the Kid has enrolled in college and is reported to be doing well.)
It may take longer for Lee Jenkins to recover. In his decades as an
amateur boxer and coach for the City, Jenkins has never had such an accident on his watch
before. His shock and grief over the incident are apparent. He shut down the boxing
program completely at University Park because he has administrative duties at the Center
and feels that he cannot devote enough time to supervising boxing.
Cracked Craniums
Fight folk fear head injuries more than fire or the IRS, and so they should.
Brain damage is the viper in the Vaseline for this sport. Boxers don't get broken
necks and total paralysis like football players and gymnasts do, or anybody who ventures
near a horse. A modern fighter's range of injuries are minor in the scheme of things.
Cauliflower ears can be fixed with a single visit to a doctor. Busted paws or jaws, noses
or rotator cuffs heal completely with proper care. Even the blindness of detached retinas
can be patched up with laser welding. The worst might make you swap your gloves for a
tennis racket but they won't ruin your life. The fact is that modern training techniques
and safety measures make these injuries less common for professionals and downright rare
for the careful amateurs.
But that precious sack of mush, the command central of who and what
you are, the brain, is still the terror of any fighter, trainer, coach or fan with sense.
Getting bopped in the noggin isn't good for you. The damage can build slowly over years of
sparring and competing as small rips inside the brain spread to create Parkinson's
syndrome like Muhammad Ali's, or punch drunk syndrome and dementia. Or the brain can be so
insulted that the damage is immediate and acute. The brain can swell inside its bony
cave, crushing its own tissue and leading to death, or it can bleed, the pressure of the
accumulating blood creating equally fatal pressure.
It doesn't happen often. The great majority of boxers never suffer any
injury to their central nervous system. A decade long study of amateur boxers by Johns
Hopkins University has found no direct causal relationship between amateur boxing and
central nervous system damage. Recent studies by neurologist Dr. Barry Jordan at the
University of California indicate that some people may be much more susceptible to brain
injury than others.
Dr. Jordan is working on a blood test which would identify those must likely to suffer
damage. But for now there's no telling. And given the right circumstances it can happen to
anybody.
The wowsers who disapprove of boxing always use brain damage
as a hefty argument for banning the sport, and that contributes to the fight guy paranoia
on the topic. But, of course, boxing isn't the only activity that has this risk. Recent
studies on soccer players found a very high incidence of brain damage from
"heading" the ball. Football players, sky divers (the snap of the chute opening
whips the head around), hockey players, rodeo riders and racing jockeys, all have high
rates of the same kind of brain injuries suffered by boxers. Long time mountain climbers
suffer punch drunk effects from the shortage of oxygen at high altitudes.
Second Impact Syndrome
The Oregonian newspaper ran an intriguing story by reporter Sheri Fink on May
1, '98 discussing head injuries in sports. Boxing wasn't even mentioned. The key figure in
the story was the New York Rangers hockey player Pat LaFontaine, who has been side-lined
by repeated concussions in the course of recent games. The story focuses on "second
impact syndrome," which is described as "dangerous brain swelling that can lead
to death
when a second hit to the head occurs too close to the time of the first."
We discussed "second impact" with internationally certified
amateur Coach Bill Meartz of the West Portland Boxing Club who honchoed the U.S. squad
through the 1998 Pan American Games. Meartz said he was all too
familiar with the syndrome. Nearly twenty years ago, he explained, when he was first
starting out as a boxing coach, a 32 year old karate champ had come to his gym. One
day the karate champ got knocked out while sparring. The following day, seeming perfectly
normal, the champ came back in demanding to spar again. He collapsed in the first round.
Meartz rushed him to a hospital where he was discovered to have a subdural hematoma,
bleeding in the brain. Immediate surgery saved his life.
The 32 year-olds' age was probably not the problem, if the Oregonian
is right. "In fact," writes Sheri Fink," rates of injury are highest in
children, adolescents and young adults."
Consumer Product Safety Commission data show more than 200,000 sports and
recreation-related head injuries in the United States in 1995 alone. "Most were
associated with football, basketball, baseball and softball."
An expert from the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta told Fink there
are around five hundred deaths a year from sports related injuries, and that brain injury
is the leading cause of death from sports injuries.
The culture of all sports encourages players to continue in the face of
pain or injury. "We're told it's showing character and courage to go play when you're
injured," the hockey player La Fontaine told Sheri Fink. And
young athletes quickly learn to hide pain from their coaches.
Getting out of bed in the morning is dangerous and breathing,
eventually, leads to death. Accidents will happen, but many can be prevented. It's crucial
that coaches, trainers and athletes recognize the first signs of concussion or brain
injury. Injury can occur without losing consciousness. The symptoms include: confused
facial expression, slowness in answering questions, easy distractibility, incomprehensible
statements, stumbling, crying for no reason, or memory problems. Symptoms of concussion
include headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, sensitivity to light, blurry vision and
over-emotional reactions.
A handy dandy wallet-sized card called the "Management of Concussion
in Sports Palm Card" is available by calling The American Academy of Neurology at
1-800-879-1960, or the Brain Injury Association at 703-236-6000.
Amateur coach Bill Meartz says U.S. Amateur Boxing Inc also puts out a similar card, laminated for sweaty purposes.
There Was No Yellow in Little Red
By Rick Farris
During the summer of 1969, I was training for an upcoming amateur bout at the
Main Street Gym in downtown Los Angeles. One day I was talking with the world's
number one rated welterweight contender, Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez, who had
just lost to champion Jose Napoles in his first bid for the world title. I liked
Ernie Lopez and we'd usually visit for a few minutes each day in the gym before starting
our workouts.
I was 17-years-old at the time and remember Ernie telling me that he had a younger brother
that was my age. Ernie was married and had a couple of small children and said that
his younger brother would be moving to Los Angeles from Utah and would be staying with him
and his family. Lopez told me that his brother was a bantamweight, like I was,
and thought maybe we could workout together. I said "Sure Ernie,
I'd like to meet him". Ernie also asked if I could show him around a little
because he wouldn't know anybody in town. I said, "No
problem, but I haven't really got much of a social life. All I do is go to
school and train".
The following week Ernie Lopez and his younger brother showed up at the gym together.
I knew it was Lopez' brother the moment I spotted him. He was a miniature
version of Ernie, a couple inches taller than I was and the same weight, 116 pounds.
He had the same flaming red hair as Ernie and the same light skin. He looked
skinny, but not weak, he had that slender hard-as-rock build and I knew if he was
anything like his older brother he was as tough as nails. The Lopez brothers were a
mixture of Ute Indian, Irish and Mexican.
As the younger brother shadow boxed in front of a mirror on the gym floor, Ernie
Lopez spotted me loosening up in the ring and called his little brother over to introduce
us. "This is Ricky Farris . . .and this is my brother Danny" Ernie said.
We shook hands and nodded at each other and that was about it. A moment later
gym owner Howie Steindler, Lopez' manager, walked over to the three of us and said
"I want you two guys to spar together in
the future. I think you will be good for each other". We both nodded and
the following week Danny "Little Red" Lopez and I would engage in the first of
hundreds of sparring rounds that would take place over the next seven
years. I am not exaggerating when I say "hundreds of rounds". I can
honestly say that I exchanged more punches with Danny Lopez than I did with any other
boxer during my twelve years in the sport. And I have to say that
I cannot remember one round that was easy. I'm sure that anybody who has seen Danny
"Little Red" Lopez in action can understand why.
Little did I know that Danny Lopez would win a world title seven years after the day we
met. However, I wouldn't have been surprised because he was something special.
And Howie Steindler was right, we were good for each other. We were both the
same age, size, were both Golden Gloves champions and had been fighting for about five
years. Our workouts were tough and competitive. Our styles were different and
proved a challenge for both of us.
Danny and I didn't spend a lot of time together outside of the gym but a friendship grew.
We respected each other. Danny was quiet and polite. There was another local
amateur featherweight in town who was a couple of months older than Danny and I and the
three of us all sparred together at different times over the years. His name was
Bobby Chacon. We were friends and although competitive, we all showed mutual respect
and interest in each other's careers.
About a year after Danny and I met, I turned professional. I had just turned
eighteen and was eager to get my pro career started. I expected Danny would turn pro
a few months later after he turned eighteen, however, Danny waited about year
and made his pro debut just before he turned nineteen.
About six months after my pro debut, gym owner Howie Steindler called Danny and I
into his office one day after working out. Steindler informed us that a film company
would be shooting a couple of scenes for a TV series in the gym on Thursday and
wanted a couple of boxers sparring in the background.
"I want to give you guys first shot at this if you want it" Steindler said.
"You don't have to kill each other like you do when you workout, just move
around easy and get paid for it." I reminded Howie that I was scheduled to
fight Thursday night in a four rounder at the Olympic Auditorium. "No
problem" Howie said, "you'll be outta here by four or five o'clock and
have plenty of time to get to the Olympic, and you'll already be warmed up".
Sounded good to me.
The TV series was called "Dan August" and starred Burt Reynolds. Danny and
I arrived at the gym at 7am. and finished before 5 PM. just like Howie promised.
Danny and I laid off the hard blows and just moved around for
about twenty short rounds that day and got paid $125 (actors daily pay scale in 1971).
After we finished I had to get something to eat and then be at the Olympic no later
than 7 p.m.
On our lunch break that day Danny told me that he had to find a ride home. I had planned
to leave directly from the gym to the Olympic Auditorium but didn't want to arrive at the
Olympic two hours early. Danny was still living
with his brother Ernie in Arcadia and said that if I wanted to give him a ride he'd cook
me a steak and I could rest there before the fight. It sounded good to me but I
didn't want to eat a steak so close to fight time, so on the way home he and I stopped off
at a hamburger stand. I know this sounds like the worst thing a fighter could do
before a match but it turned out alright because I ended up winning a decision later that
night anyway.
When we got to Ernie's house he and his wife were leaving for the night and the babysitter
had just arrived. Ernie introduced Danny and I to the baby sitter and her name was
Bonnie. I noticed that when Bonnie and Danny's eyes met they just stared at each
other like nobody else was in the room. I was going to hang out for awhile before
leaving for the Olympic, but I could see that three would be a crowd. Danny and the
baby sitter looked as if Cupid had just shot them in the ass with an arrow. Besides,
I had to get my mind on my fight and wanted to be alone. I arrived early at
the Olympic and got a little rest in the dressing room.
A few months later Danny Lopez married Bonnie, shortly after making his pro debut, and
within a year their first child was born. Danny and Bonnie named their baby boy
Bronson.
Danny's pro career got off to a great start. He was knocking guys out left and
right. One moment a guy would be giving Lopez a good fight and a second later would
catch one of Danny's short, jolting blows and fall unconscious to the canvas. Danny Lopez
didn't stop opponents on cuts and a referee rarely had to halt one of Danny's fights
to save an opponent from further punishment. When Danny Lopez scored a knockout, he
knocked his opponent out COLD. And I can verify that Lopez wasn't knocking over
tomato cans either, these guys were bonafide prizefighters, some of whom I'd fought myself
during my career.
Danny made his pro debut on May 27, 1971 at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, scoring
a first round knockout over Steve Flajole. Lopez would knockout his first
twenty one opponents, seven in the first round. In fact, only three of Danny's
opponents would make it past four rounds with him. Danny KO'ed Jose Luis Valdovinos,
Turi Pineda, Ushiwakamaru Harada and Goyo Vargas before being extended the full ten round
distance by a tough Japanese featherweight named Genzo Kurosaw.
After 23 pro fights Danny was 23-0 (22 KO's) and one of the most exciting fighters to ever
come out of Los Angeles. However, "Little Red" wasn't the only gunslinger
in town at the time. Another one of our buddies was also knocking out featherweights
left and right, Bobby Chacon.
Bobby had made his pro debut in 1972, about a year after Danny. Two years later a
showdown was unavoidable. On May 24, 1974, Danny "Little Red"Lopez
and Bobby Chacon, two of the best Los Angeles featherweights ever and both future world
champs, would meet at the L.A. Sports Arena to determine who was
top dog in the City of Angels.
Chacon and Lopez went toe-to-toe but it was Bobby's night. Chacon battered Lopez
with shots that would have flattened other boxers but Lopez took Bobby's best and just
kept pushing forward. Finally Danny hit the canvas. He got up but was taking great
punishment when referee John Thomas stepped in and halted the bout. I liked both of
these guys but I was pulling for "Little Red".
I hoped the beating Chacon handed Danny wouldn't ruin his career, but it seemed that was
what was happening in the months after the match. Less than three months after
losing to Chacon Danny returned to the Olympic Auditorium and knocked out Japan's Masano
Toyoshima. A month later he took on a very tough Japanese featherweight Shig
Fugiyama. Danny seemed to lack the energy he had showed in previous fights and in
the ninth round appeared to be blinded by some subs