Saturday, October 31, 2009

2009 World Boxing Hall of Fame Banquet


World Boxing Hall of Fame Banquet of Champions Program Cover by Roger Esty





Jeri and I attended the World Boxing Hall of Fame Banquet at the Lax Marriott last weekend and met up with our friends, Frank and Connie Baltazar, Roger and Maria Esty, Rick Farris, Dan Hanley Jr and his "Pops" Dan Hanley Sr and Ed Hernandez.

Frank was being honored for his lifetime of hard work in SoCal boxing, receiving the first Johnny Flores award. It was a big night for Roger Esty, as well. His amazing art work graced the cover of the Hall of Fame program. It was a great accomplishment for both of them. Rick Farris was our host and his attention to detail made for a great night not only for our group but for the event as well.

There were quite a few fighters attending the Banquet, guys like James "Bonecrusher" Smith, Tony "The Tiger" Lopez, Loreto Garza, Gil King, Gaspar Ortega, Rodolfo "El Gato" Gonzalez, Bobby Chacon, Danny "Little Red" Lopez, Yaqui Lopez, Mando Muniz(President of the WBHF) and last but not least, Rafael Herrera, Brian Mitchell, Orlando Canizales and Lucia Rijker, who were being inducted that evening. Boxing announcer and analyst Al Bernstein was there to receive his induction as well.

All the fighters got their proper accolades that night but it was Lucia Rijker that stole the show. From the moment she left the dais and returned to her seat she was swarmed by fans asking for photos or autographs. It was big night for her.

After the banquet was over we all went to Champions Sports Bar which is located inside the Hotel. It seemed the logical place to go.

The next morning we had breakfast with Roger and Maria Esty and Gaspar Ortega and his wife Ida. It gave us a chance to get to know Gaspar a little. Like most exfighters he was humble and unassuming.

It was a great weekend spent with some great friends. I'm looking forward to next year.

Friday, October 30, 2009

A Personal Memory: October 30, 1976

By Randy De La O

It was thirty three years ago today that I had my second and last fight.

Mel Epstein called me two weeks before the fight which was scheduled for October 30, 1976. "Randy, I got a fight for you if you want it. It'll be at the Aladdin Hotel in Las Vegas and it's going to be televised on "The Wide World of Sports". "Yeah, I want it!" I said. "The problem" Mel said "is he's a ten round fighter. His opponent pulled out and Howie (Steindler) mentioned your name. It'll be a six round fight. You don't have to take it if you don't want to".

I began sparring with Felipe Torres for the next two weeks, I sparred with other boxers but I spent more time with Felipe than anyone else. It was a grueling two weeks. I was in shape but I only had two weeks to prepare for the fight and I wanted to be ready. I ran five miles everyday. I felt good by the time the fight neared.

We flew to Las Vegas via TWA. It was a short trip. We took a shuttle or a cab to the hotel. As soon as we entered the hotel it was a hub of activity. It seemed as if everyone from the fight game at that time was there. Eddie Futch, Ken Norton, Duane Bobick, Joey Giambra and of course Mike Quarry and Tom Bethea. There were many other fighters there but a lot of that day is a blur now. Mel knew everyone and introduced me to everyone. He introduced me to Joey Giambra and mentioned that he was going to be the referee for my fight. We had an early dinner and went up to our room to rest.

After a couple of hours we went down to weighin. Back then the weighins were done the day of the fight. It was crowded and there was a lot of activity. I weighed in at 152. I was supposed to weigh 147. The guy that weighed me, whoever he was, he said " Don't worry about it, Barba came in heavy too. I never did know what Barba weighed.

I was sent to a dressing room and it just happened to be the same room as Joey Giambra, the ref for the fight. He was a very nice guy. I liked him immediately. He felt the same way. Before he went out the door he said "I like you kid, good luck tonight".

Mel brought in some guy to help him with the corner. I can't remember who he was for the life of me. He was a tall, somewhat heavy black guy that Mel knew. I wish I knew his name. Whoever he was he was another nice guy. He wrapped my hands while Mel went over a few things. Mel could wrap hands well enough but he was generally too nervous and shaky.

Before I knew it I was making the walk to the ring. As I climbed onto the ring and went to my corner I saw Barba. he was staring directly at me. I wasn't sure what else to do so I stared back at him. What I remember most was his flat nose. His hair was long and Mel mentioned something about it to me.

This is how I remember the fight. The bell for the first round sounded and I had made up my mind I was going to box. I came forward and kept pumping my jab in his face. I knew he was more experienced but I wasn't worried. I felt confident. I was landing my right hand fairly easy. I was moving my head and kept coming forward. I felt like I was beating him to the punch. We exchanged several times and I felt like I got the best of him. I could hear Ken Norton in the background as he was announcing.

At about the end of the third round I started to tire but I sucked it up. In the fourth round things began to change. Not in a huge way but he seemed to be coming on. Still, I kept coming forward. My pride wouldn't let me do anything else. I wanted to win. I don't remember what round it was but it was during the last half of the fight when Barba landed a right hand to my solar plexus. It was like an explosion going off in my body. Suddenly it was like a bad nightmare. My body was racked in pain and everything in me said to lie down. I had no breath. I had nothing in me. Honest to God, I willed myself to keep standing. I was not going to be knocked out.

I looked at Barba and I realized he had no idea I was hurt. My plan was to move my nostrils slowly as if I was still breathing. I did my best to keep him from knowing. My face revealed nothing. Whenever he came forward I stuck my jab out. It was the jab that saved me. It bought me time to recover. It took the rest of the round to get my breath, and clarity back. I was still trying to win in the next round but there was moment when I was against the ropes when my arms were so tired that they hurt more than the punches. I thought "What the hell" and I dropped my hands for about two seconds rest. he got a couple of shots in but they didn't really bother me. What did bother me was hearing Ken Norton say "It looks like Randy De La O (he pronounced it Deelayo) is getting tired. I remember thinking "Shit, it shows.

Things were going pretty much his way going into the sixth and last round. I remember several exchanges and I still kept pressing him. I was still doing my damnedest to win. Now the last round might not have looked pretty but I decided I was going to knock him out. I went after him. My arms were tired but I threw everything I had. I landed some and so did he. I might be wrong and maybe someday I'll see some footage of the fight but I remember him against the ropes as I was doing everything I could to knock that SOB out. I couldn't and didn't.

When the fight was over and before the announcer announced the winner, Mel said, "go over and shake his hand. He won the fight". The guy that was working the corner with Mel came up to me and with some emotion in his voice said to me "You gotta lot of heart kid, a lot of heart." He shook his head as he said it. Later Howie Steindler, almost verbatim and in the same way said the same thing to me. I always wondered if it was because I got my ass kicked really bad or if i really did put up a great fight.

Now years later I wonder if I was just an opponent that was meant to fail. Maybe I surprised everyone by giving Barba a good fight.

On the flight back from Las Vegas, Mel and I were sitting quietly. I was disappointed that I didn't get the win. A man walked up to me and introduced himself to me as Alex Calderon, he was some exec with TWA, whose flight we were on. He said "Excuse me but weren't you one of the fighters that fought at the Aladdin?" I looked up, more embarrassed than anything else and said "Yes". He grabbed my hand and started to shake it with excitement. I was still confused because I had lost the fight. Suddenly he was no longer an executive for TWA but a fight fan. He told me what a great fight it was and that I had really fought a good fight. I didn't know what to say.

I was wearing sunglasses to hide my swollen left eye and just didn't want any attention but then he asked me for my autograph! I was shocked and to tell the truth I felt undeserving, I felt he was mistaking me for someone else. I looked at Mel and he said "Just sign it" he was smiling. So I signed it. Then Calderon says "Excuse me for one minute". Mel was laughing at my discomfort. The guy comes back with a wine bottle, with all the stewardess' and stands next to me. I was completely unprepared for what he did next.

He said to everyone on board, "Excuse me, Ladies and gentleman, can I have your attention please? I want to introduce you to Randy De La O, he just fought a great fight at the Aladdin Hotel this weekend" He went on for a while, I can't remember everything he said because it was pretty much a blur. He then presented me with a wine bottle with a notation on it the read: "To Randy De La O, Good luck in the fight game". from Alex Calderon. I just remember everyone clapping and Mel saying to me, still laughing "Stand up and thank the people". So I did. I thanked everyone. I can tell you after that the flight home was a lot easier to bear

Sometimes in life we have to take our victories as they come. I learned that day that win, lose or draw that I had the right stuff. I learned that I was capable of doing something that most men wouldn't do. It was just one ingredient in my life's learning process, there would be many, but it was a vital one and one that I am proud of. Sometimes a loss is a victory in disguise.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Louie Burke: Las Cruces PAL update

By Louie Burke

Last weeks National PAL’s were somewhat of a roller coaster ride, with Las Cruces PAL, winning all of their opening bouts, Ayana Vasquez and Siju Shabazz advanced to the finals, Ayana in a division above her regular fighting weight and Siju with an injured shoulder and elbow. Actually we were debating allowing Siju to enter the tournament because of the nagging shoulder pain. But Siju’s a tough soldier and figured he could still win the PAL’s. He lost a very close decision in the finals which was a big disappointment for him, but leaves us at PaL proud of him. Another person to be proud of was Ayana also losing a close decision in the finals. All in all it was a good trip and everyone gave their best effort.

Two more big disappointments were the cancellation of Abie Han’s fight in Korea and Ricky Vasquez fight against Saul Palacios on next Fridays card in El Paso. Nacho Huizar, with KO entertainment, made the arrangements for Abie to fight on a promotion coinciding with the WBC convention in Korea, notified us that the whole show had been cancelled, he didn’t know why, just one of those crazy things that happens in boxing. Then we were told by John Martino with Zeferino Promotions that Ricky’s fight had been nixed due to Palacios camp not wanting to sell tickets for their purse. It was a shame since Ricky had ticket requests that would have tripled the purse he was getting. Ricky was really looking forward to getting back in the ring and was especially anxious for that specific fight to happen. Hopefully something will happen for these guys in the near future.

Also to clear matters up, Abie is not calling Lucas Galle or anyone out, what happened is that when Abie’s fight was canceled I had read that there might be an opening on the Sky City card. Since Abie had been training for Korea I tossed his name in the hat, hoping we could get a fight with anybody, so as not to waste the weeks of perpetration he had put in for Korea. If they had room for us on the card it would have been great, but they didn’t, and that was that.

Lil Sammy according to big Sam is "on fire" and looking as good as he ever has, mixing speed and power without missing a beat. I held the punch mitts for him two weeks ago and he is cracking with authority. It appears that the rest due to a rotator cuff injury might have done him some good. He’s anxious and hungry to get back into the ring and has had some great preparation for this fight making regular trips to El Paso to spar with Ceasar and Oscar Valenzuala. Also helping Sammy for this fight is Lorenzo Estrada, who’s preparing for a tough fight himself against top prospect Brandon Rios and of course PAL stablemate Ricky Vasquez, who was getting ready for the Palacios fight on the same card as Sammy.

Super great news came in last week!! Austin Trout rated #2 in the world by the WBA! The fight in Panama was a tough one but Austin is now reaping the benefits of the win. It’s all sweet, but we don’t have any time to savor it right now. Austin is working very hard for his fight against Taronze Washington, Nov., 5th in Dallas. This will be for the WBC Continental of Americas belt. A win should get him sitting nicely in the BC ratings. At this time we do have something tentatively planned in December. At this time Daniel Santos the WBA champion is taking on Yori Foreman for the title next month. So we’ll have to see what happens there. We’ve been blessed by opportunity this year and Austin has stepped up to the plate every time, taking on some tough foe’s in their backyards. We expect huge things to happen next year!

We also have a welcomed addition to the PAL stable, lightheavy, Michael Brooks, who’s been sparring with Austin, Siju and Abie and coming along very well in his training. He will be well prepared for his December fight in ‘burque.


Saturday night was a treat, I went down and helped corner some of my firefighter buddies in the Rumble in Rio. It was a good time and great competition against law enforcement and firefighters to raise money for Christmas bikes for needy kids. Everyone should check it out next year and help support this good cause. Keep up the good work fella’s.
Thanks for the support,
Louie Burke

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Congratulation to the 2009 World Boxing Hall of Fame Inductees


Congratulations to Frank Baltazar Sr


Frank Baltazar was the recipient of the first Johnny Flores award for his many contributions to boxing, both in amateur and professional boxing. It is fitting that Frank is the first recipient of the award. Frank was a friend of Johnny Flores and is cut from the same mold as Johnny. Frank is a friend of mine and that makes this award extra special. Who says nice guys don't finish first?

In addition to all the fighters Frank has trained and coached, Frank also trained three of his sons, Frankie Baltazar Jr and Tony "The Tiger" Baltazar, and Bobby Baltazar, two of whom were top contenders in the 1980's.





Frank Baltazar Sr., along with award presenters, Rick Farris and Mando Muniz, accepting his honors.



Frank and Connie Baltazar


Lucia Rijker:
The Lady is a Champ
Congratulations to Lucia Rijker"The most dangerous woman on Earth". A fitting title for this woman who set new standards in women's boxing and raised the bar for women everywhere. From a humble and hard beginning to the number one woman fighter on the planet. She is well deserving of this award. A true class act.


Lucia Rijker accepting her honors


Awaiting to be called


Lucia Rijker and Guest


Rick Farris and Lucia Rijker
Photo Courtesy of Dan Hanley


Jeri De La O and Lucia Rijker


The 2009 World Hall of Fame Inductees
Orlando Canizales
Lucia Rijker
Brian Mitchell
Rafael Herrera
Expanded Category
Al Bernstein
Dr. James Jen Kin
Amilcar Brusa
Posthumous Category
George Dixon
Alphonse Halimi

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Mel Epstein and Young Firpo

Thanks to John Bardelli, I finally have a photo of Mel Epstein to share with you. Mel was my manager/trainer when I was boxing. This photo is from Mel's earlier years, along with his most famous and successful fighter Young Firpo. I am also sharing the letter that John sent me. For those of you that don't know, John Bardelli is the son of  Young Firpo nee Guido Gardelli.


Mel Epstein and Young Firpo


Dear Randy:

Thanks for your letter. We don't know for sure where this photo was taken but think it might have been taken in Kellogg, Idaho. These were amongst some of "the better days" which existed between Firp and Mel even though they carried on with correspondence through the exchange of letters well into the 1960s. I wish I could pinpoint what fight Firp had just been in ... it appears that they are both in a good and jovial mood ... leading me to believe that Firp crushed someone although there is evidence on his face that he caught some shots as well.

Years later, a fire storm of some sort ensued between them --- Firp, in a rage, took all the collected letters and threw them in the fire destroying great historical letters. Whatever might have happened to the letters Dad wrote Mel --- well, they might still exist as Firp was a prolific writer, I assure you. Whoever might be the recipient of those valuable letters is heir to a real treasure trove. Firp's letters --- and he wrote to many --- including letters to the editor on various subjects, history, environment, politics, religion, mining, prospecting, boxing, --- his own career --- were fact based --- philosophical in nature --- loaded with concepts of spiritual thought --- and above all espoused a deep and abiding belief that God was found in and part of nature.

He introduced his children, Cleo, Fred, and John, as well as his wife and our mother, Mary, to the concept of finding God in, about, through, and as Mother Nature, long before we were introduced to similar concepts through the writings of the Psalms and David, Thoreau, Emerson, Hopkins, Blake, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Mills, Muir, Leopold, Wood, Carson, Frost, Krutch --- and so many others whose pens have captured imagery and imagination blessing my own personal love of literature and hours and days spent with an author as my friend.

But none of these literary giants brought to me the visual blessings of the enlightening all my God given senses --- of seeing the sheer athleticism and grace of Firp surrounded by the grandeur of nature --- whether he was wading a creek, climbing a mountain, brushing a trail, dropping a seasoned tamarack and, thereafter, reverently manhandling the fruits of his labor, --- he always had an aroma about him of the freshness of nature --- whether picked up from turning over fresh soil in the garden with a shovel or the aroma of firs and pines blessing him as he wandered through the woods, those ardent smells are with me this very hour.

Then, too, to visually see the ease employed with the mastery of strength reduced to least movement --- never wasting precious energy while digging ditches with a pick and shovel that would leave an observer or passerby to marvel and literally question whether a machine was tossing dirt from the ditch --- stories that stagger the imagination but which are true and still verifiable because there are still some who relate what they heard and saw, firsthand, of his laboring ethic beyond what he accomplished as a fighter blessed with unparalleled and prodigious strength --- and the reflexes of a tiger.

Sadly, the letters stopped coming and aside from Mel speaking with me and asking me to convey short messages to Dad during a number of telephone conversations I had with him --- as far as I knew they never exchanged words again. Mel, during a number of conversations which I was blessed to have with him before he passed on in 1980, spoke to me of Firp's exploits in, and his identification and affinity with the environment and the wilderness ... mainly, his love of the mountains.

If you detect a particular sadness, herein, --- no, there is no lamenting --- despite the fact that I always considered Firp my best friend --- and the skills he left me with in tackling any problem in life --- were and are prodigious --- to me this very moment --- and the fount from where the solution arises was for him and all his family based on a love of God --- and the fact that we work for God and not ourselves. Amazing saga.

I thank Rick Farris every day of my life for the vision he had concerning Young Firpo's greatness, once validated --- much like your own, Randy, --- a vision instilled by Mel Epstein who not only knew greatness when he saw it --- but lived it --- contributed to it --- and allowed it to become a teacher and motivational tool, in Mel's own right, as he sought to instill, motivate, and pack some of that greatness into others who sought careers as professional fighters --- Rick Farris and Randy De La O, included.

Rick Farris became a believer --- and his vision was thereafter set --- when George Parnasus and Jimmy McLarnin validated all that Mel Epstein had been preaching --- to countless fighters down through the years after Firp's career ended in 1937 --- preaching what so many thought were only the rantings and ravings equivalent to those of a Burgess Meredith as Mickey in Stallone's epic Rocky --- as Meredith sought to motivate Rocky. And, but for that chance meeting between Rick Farris, George Parnasus, and Jimmy McLarnin, --- youth confronting age --- and youth emboldened to ask, "Just how good was this Young Firpo?" --- perhaps, none of this would have come to pass.

In short order, Rick Farris got an earful from Parnasus and McLarnin which, then, in turn, rocked him and gave him a new found respect for Mel Epstein's veracity. In addition, Rick carried with him for the next 35 years the seeds and a spark which would lead him to draw on the sustenance of Mel Epstein having inculcated into him a sense of what greatness was all about, with the end result being was that he was the one individual responsible for the induction of Young Firpo, born Guido Bardelli, into the World Boxing Hall of Fame.

How ironic is it, indeed, that Mickey sought the wisdom and the particular nuances and idiosyncrasies of a fight manager from the genuine Mel Epstein who --- if the truth be known --- trained and managed one greater fighter and character than the fictional Rocky, --- real drama v. fiction and the real drama was stranger and more unique than the what Stallone captured on celluloid. Rocky Balboa was given birth through some small but meaningful contribution from Mel Epstein --- none could have contributed in the manner that Meredith captured the old-time fight trainer-manager. I wish I could have heard what Epstein might have said to Mickey. This is pure genius --- and how did he learn to do this --- YouTube - My favorite Rocky clip And when I see this clip --- I think of Rick and Randy, heirs to an era that they could not fathom at that moment in time.

Thanks for listening to my own personal thoughts.

Sincerely yours,

John A. Bardelli

Plagiarism Issue Has Been Resolved

My thanks to Dave Baggs of Fightnews.ca for clearing up the misunderstanding regarding the issue of plagiarism and my review of "Toy Tiger". I appreciate his quick response. My thanks to the good people of Rateitall.com for their help. As far as I'm concerned Fightnews.ca's reputation and integrity remains intact. Following is Dave Baggs' response.


Randy,

I just recieved a similar complaint from Lawrence about this article. As I mentioned to him, it was submitted to us by one of our writers. We assumed that it was a press release announcing the premier of the documentary. As it had Canadian content in it and since the writter is good friends with Mr. Little, we posted the content accordingly.

No excuses, we have to do the right thing. I can either put your name on the article and put a link to the original article back to your blog or I can remove the article tonight. I would like to leave the choice to you.

I apologize for this situation. In my 10 years of running FightNews Canada, I have never had to deal with a complaint of Plagirism before. I like to believe that all of our content is fresh, original, and home grown. I will talk to the writer tonight to explain the issues of copying other peoples work and how bad it makes everyone look in the process.

In this business, reputation is everything. Without it, you are toast.

Let me know how you would like me to proceed (removal or accrediation).


Dave Baggs
FightNews Canada

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Holyfield and Tyson Live on Oprah this Friday 10/16.2009





It's been at least a dozen years since Evander Holyfield and Mike Tyson last shared the ring, or an ear, or spoken to each other for that matter. Tomorrow, Friday October 16, both will appear live on The Oprah Winfrey Show. We know Oprah can interview but can she referee? I'm not here to promote Oprah's show which I do not normally watch but this is an exception and should be interesting.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"

The saying goes something like this "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" and it's true and I suppose I should feel extremely flattered that Fightnews.Ca (Fightnews.Com Candian version) lifted 50% of my review of the "Toy Tiger" and presented it as an original article. I honestly don't mind if someone uses any one of my articles, I do it myself but I always credit the author. It's called professional courtesy.

Unlike fightnews.com and fightnews.ca, I am a one man operation and I don't do this for money. I run this website because I love boxing. When I write something It belongs to me. It's like art. I wouldn't take someone's painting and pass it off as my own. To do so is plagiarism. It's outright theft. My writing comes from me. I take the time and choose my words carefully to write an article that I believe best represents my thoughts and views on a chosen subject. I resent anyone stealing my words verbatim from me and passing them off as their own.

Make the comparison yourself and if I'm wrong I'll eat my monitor and my hat.

http://boxing-ring.blogspot.com/2009/10/toy-tiger-premier-el-portal-theatre.html

http://www.fightnews.ca/2009/news/hafey20091007.htm

Fightnews, either credit me or remove the article or pay me!

The Battered Boxer - By Apollonius

The Original Golden Age of Boxing

Photo Courtesy of Ridgewalker



The magnificent bronze statue “The Boxer” or “Apollonius Boxer” (slide) is not a victorious young athlete with a perfect face and body, but a heavily battered, defeated veteran whose upward gaze speaks of the defeat he has just experienced. His nose is broken and his cheeks are scared. How different this is than the Riace Warrior of the Early Classical period.

Ernie 'Indian Red' Lopez fondly remembered

by Robert Morales

When Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez was inducted into the California Boxing Hall of Fame in 2004, he spoke humbly and softly during his acceptance speech.

That was not surprising because that's who he was.

Lopez had been a drifter for 10years when he finally was found that year in a homeless shelter in Fort Worth, Texas. He told yours truly he really liked being on his own, but he was happy to be reunited with his family, whom he had not seen for a decade.

Lopez died last Saturday from complications of dementia in Pleasant Grove, Utah. He was 64.

Howie Steindler, who was murdered in 1977, managed and trained Lopez and his younger brother, former featherweight champion Danny "Little Red" Lopez. Steindler owned the Main Street Gym in Los Angeles and after his death - which remains unsolved - his daughter, Carol, took over operations of the gym.

Carol Steindler-Ferris on Friday recalled Lopez, whom she said was a lovable man.

"He and Danny, they were like his (her father's) sons," she said. "He always wanted sons, obviously, because he was in boxing and he had two girls. They were like my brothers.

"Ernie was always a very gentle man. That is what I remember most about him - being kind and gentle. He always made my father very happy, and to me that is very important."

Lopez, an American Indian, was born in Utah on an Indian reservation. Most of the early part of his career, from 1964-74 (he did fight once in 1987, after a 13-year retirement), was spent fighting in Las Vegas. He became a fixture in Los Angeles in the late 1960s, when he fought a trilogy against world-class fighter Hedgemon Lewis.

Lopez stopped Lewis in the ninth round at the Olympic Auditorium in July 1968. Lopez reeled off four more victories, then lost a 10-round decision to Lewis in July 1969 at the Olympic. But three months later, at the Sports Arena, Lopez stopped Lewis in the 10th round and earned himself a title shot at welterweight world champion Jose Napoles.

Lopez was courageous, but Napoles was too much for him and stopped Lopez in the 15th round in February 1970 at the Forum. Lopez got another crack at Napoles' title three years later - in February 1973 at the Forum - but Napoles stopped Lopez in the seventh round.

"He beat good fighters, but he just couldn't beat the best, which was Napoles," said Don Fraser, who promoted both of Lopez's fights against Napoles.

Benny Georgino managed and trained Danny Lopez and was an advisor to Ernie Lopez. Georgino portrayed the latter as exciting in the ring and classy out of it.

"He always put on a good show, he never put on a bad show," Georgino said. "I would say he was an uncrowned champion of his time. He could punch, he could take a good punch.

"He was a terrific guy and he had a lot of friends. He made friends because he was an easy-going guy. He was a credit to boxing. He was the kind of guy you liked to see do good."

Unfortunately, Lopez (47-13-1, 23 KOs) was crushed by a divorce in the 1970s as well as his failure to realize his dream of becoming champion. When the mid-1990s rolled around, he left and didn't tell anyone where he was going.

But 10 years later, he was back in the L.A. area being enshrined in the California Boxing Hall of Fame. He didn't say much, but his smile and that of his children and siblings told the story.

"When he came in, there were television crews waiting for him," said Fraser, president of the California Boxing Hall of Fame. "He became a big celebrity that day at Steven's Steak House (in Commerce, site of the ceremony)."

Danny Lopez could not be reached for comment Friday. But Steindler-Ferris said she spoke with him shortly after his older brother's demise.

"We both thought of the same thing," she said. "Danny said, `Howie is going to be happy because he will see Ernie up in heaven and that will be great.' "

Lopez will be laid to rest today in Utah. He is survived by a son, three daughters and five siblings.

Courtesy: Los Angeles Daily News

The Three Stooges - Punch Drunks

The "Maravilla Kid" . . .

Ruben Navarro
The "Maravilla Kid"


Painting by Roger Esty


The "Maravilla Kid" . . .
by Rick Farris


If somebody were to ask me to describe in one word, the boxing style of Ruben Navarro, it would be difficult to do, just as Ruben's style was difficult for opponents to deal with.

Elusive, unorthodox, agrressive, defensive, explosive . . . take your pick?
Ruben was kind of like Houdini when backed into a corner by a power puncher, he was a natural escape artist.
I've seen Ruben Navarro bend, twist and contort his body in so many ways avoiding punishment. One time he dipped so low to the ground while trapped in a corner, I thought he was going to crawl thru his opponents legs. He almost did, but was able to slip around to the outside and turn the tables on his attacker.
I'll say this, his style reaked havoc among some of the greatest lightweights in the world during the late 60's to mid-70's.

I'd meet Ruben Navarro in 1967, a few fights into his pro career, when his longtime coach, Marty Denkin, turned over the Maravilla Kid's contract to Johnny Flores.
I was just a Junior Golden Glover at the time, but when Ruben joined our stable, he joined top professionals such as up and coming heavyweight, Jerry Quarry, and featherweight terror, Dwight "The Hawk" Hawkins.

Ruben Navarro was 100% East L.A.
Navarro grew up in Maravilla, a tough Eastside barrio that spawned many a prizefighter during the past century.
Maravilla was home to former world bantamweight title challeneger Jesus Pimentel, and featherweight title challengers Danny Valdez and Jose Pimentel, Jesus' twin brother.
Of all the great fighters that would come out of East L.A. during the era, none had the charisma of the "Maravilla Kid".

Ruben started his boxing career at the Eastside Boy's Club, under the coaching of Marty Denkin.
Marty, a future Hall of Fame referee, would put young Ruben into the Junior Golden Gloves and eventually take him to the 1964 U.S. Olympic Trials, which took place at the Singer Bowl of the New York World's Fair.

I remember Ruben Navarro back in 1967, when he joined the Johnny Flores stable. Ruben had been a hot shot amateur in Los Angeles from the late 50's thru the 1964 Olympic Trials.
The Olympics that produced Joe Frazier.

Ruben wouldn't make the team that rep'd the USA in Tokyo, but he made it to the trials, and that in itself was an accomplishment.
After the Olympics, Ruben competed in the 1965 Golden Gloves and the went into the Army.
After his hitch in the service was up, Navarro returned to L.A. and turned professional.

Ruben quickly began to dominate the 130 pounders of Los Angeles. Under Denkin, the only blemish on Ruben's career was a draw with future featherweight contender, Tony Alvarado.
He whipped local favorites such Baby Cassius and Leonard Lopez, the older brother of Danny and Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez.
After that, Denkin turned Navarro over to Johnny Flores in late 1967.

With weekly boxing cards broadcast live on TV from the Olympic Auditorium, Ruben Navarro would quickly become one of L.A.'s most popular attractions.

The ELA kid whose friends called him "Jemima", because of his dark skin, was on the edge of boxing stardom.
In 1968, Flores would help turn Ruben Navarro into a world class junior lightweight.

I remember the first time I saw Ruben boxing at the Main Street Gym. He and his old pal, Jose Pimentel, would put on a helluva exhibition.
The next day, I would warm Ruben up, sparring with him before he boxed with both Pimentel and Rod Contreras, another Flores stablemate of ours.

In 1968, Flores would match his newest hot shot with one of the hardest punching top ten rated lightweights in the world, Nigeria's Ray Adigun.
The bout was held at the Olympic Auditorium and Navarro out-boxed and out-punched the African, dropping him twice before the bout was stopped in the ninth round.

A month later he travels to Tokyo with Johnny and Julio Flores, his trainer, and upsets one of the greatest Japanese world champs ever, Hiroshi Kobayashi.
You know that Ruben must have laced him pretty good, the Japanese make it difficult to win in their country.

Less than two months later, it's back to L.A. to make his Forum boxing debut on the undercard of the Dwight Hawkins-Frankie Crawford featherweight showdown.
This time Ruben would be facing the Mexican Lightweight Champ, Arturo Lomeli, in a 12-rounder for the North American Lightweight title.
Lomeli was tough, and he floored Ruben twice in the twelve rounder. Ruben showed his heart, but it wasn't his night.
The Maravilla kid would lose for the first time, but he proved he could come off the deck and fight his way back.

Flores kept Ruben busy, despite the loss to Lomeli, Navarro was on a roll.
He was a hot item in Japan after whipping Kobayashi, and the Japanese would appreciate some revenge.
To get that revenge another world champ, Yoshiaki Numata, would get the call.
Just a few weeks after his first loss, Ruben Navarro , Flores and company were on a jet back to Tokyo.
Again, Ruben had his way with a Japanese champion, but this time he wouldn't have his way with the judges.
After the final bell, Flores said they were confident of another win. They had to settle for a draw.
That's all the Japanses were going to let Navarro leave with this time.

No sooner had Johnny Flores returned to L.A. following Navarro's draw with Numata, he recieved a phone call from Manila.
The phone call would net Ruben Navarro his first world title fight.
Two months after the Numata match, Ruben and team Navarro would be returning to the Orient, this time to the Philipines.
The opponent would be Manila's Rene Barrientos, and the match would be for the Vacant WBC Super-featherweight title.

The title fight would be held in a large outdoor stadium and I recall Flores describing the venue.
Flores said that all of the public rest rooms were closed to the fans, the facilities were used to house cages of fighting game cocks, for cock fights held at the arena on sundays.
The fans would just pee on the corridor walls.

Navarro didn't have much problem out hustling Barrientos, but a hometown decision sent the Maravilla Kid back to L.A. without a title.

During the next year Ruben Navarro would put together a half dozen more victories before being matched with cross-town rival, "Irish" Jimmy Robertson.
This would be a tough match for Navarro, who had been down and behind on points before stopping Robertson on a cut in the fifth.
A rematch would be in order, but first Ruben had other business to deal with in Los Angeles.

A month after Navarro's match with Jimmy Robertson, I would make my pro debut at the Olympic. A month later, I'd have my second pro fight on the undercard of a big L.A. grudge match.
In this bout, my stablemate Ruben Navarro, would take on former two-time world champ, Raul Rojas in the main event.
Rojas had been talking tough in the papers and called the Maravilla Kid, "A dog."

The bout was held in July, 1970 and Navarro had his way with Rojas, sending him to the deck in the ninth round, before capturing a unanimous ten-round decision.
After the beating Ruben laid on Rojas, it was obvious that the only dog in the ring was Raul, a dog with a lot of fleas.

After the bout, Ruben was introduced to my girlfriend's family, which included her sister, a local TV celebrity and her husband, Olympic pole-vault gold medalist and world record holder, Bob Seagren.

The following week, Ruben would join Bob Seagren and myself on our distance runs. Roadwork suddenly became a lot more than a run thru the hills.
In the gym, in the ring, Ruben Navarro would have the better of it when we boxed together. On the trail, things weren't so easy.
Ruben Navarro was a great distance runner. He'd competed on his high school cross country team and would hang in with Seagren on our runs, at least until the end when Bob would kick it up and leave Ruben and I in the dust.
We'd run thru the hills in Monterey Park and occasionally hit the L.A. Coliseum where we'd run stadium stairs with Seagren.

The extensive road work Ruben and I did with Bob Seagren paid off for both us condition wise.
Ruben was hitting his prime and worked hard in the gym, but he played equally hard during the night, when he'd go out drinking and drugging.
When not in training for a specific fight, Ruben's life became one big party.

A couple months after the Rojas victory, Ruben Navarro had to settle some old business.
Aileen Eaton matched Ruben with the only man to defeat him, Mexico's Arturo Lomeli. Again, I would open the show in a four rounder.
During the two years that had passed since his loss to Lomeli, Navarro had defeated two world champs, not to mention rugged Jimmy Robertson.

This bout would be the the first ever to determine an NABF Lightweight Champion, and once again it would be close.
Ruben staggered Lomeli in the third round, but the tough Mexican came back strong. Navarro put on a late rally to pull out a split decision victory.

Ruben closed out 1970 with a two round knockout over Filippino Mar Yuzon at the Olympic, and then would take a few weeks off.
Ruben partied hard during his time off with no idea what awaited him in the new year.

Mando Ramos had lost his lightweight title to Ismael Laguna in early 1970. In his first title defense, Laguna lost the title to Scotland's Ken Buchanan.
Aileen Eaton was anxious for Ramos to win back the championship, and set up a WBA lightweight title match with Buchanan.
The date for the Buchanan-Ramos title fight was set for February 12, 1971 at the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena.
After the bout was signed, Johnny Flores informed me that I would be opening the show in a six-rounder.
I was excited to be fighting on a World Championship undercard and was in great shape for the opportunity.
About the same time, Flores signs for Ruben to face Jimmy Robertson in a rematch, roughly six weeks after the Buchanan-Ramos fight.

About a week before the lightweight title fight, I see Ruben at the Olympic Auditorium, attending a thursday night fight card.
It was obvious that Navarro was loaded, stumbling up and down the aisles, shaking hands with fans, taking bows.
I knew that he would be leaving for camp a few days later, and that I'd be joining the camp for a few days of sparring prior to my six-rounder on the title card the following friday.

The day we arrived at the Massacre Canyon Inn in Hemet for training camp, Johnny Flores joins us later in the restaurant.
Flores had been in L.A. all day negotiating with Aileen Eaton over a deal for Navarro, however, it wasn't for his match with Robertson.
As it turns out, Mando Ramos had pulled out of the title fight with Buchanan, just four days prior to the match.
The excuse was that Mando was injured, but we all knew it had something to do with his drug abuse.
The L.A. Sports Arena was nearly sold out for the title fight, and suddenly Eaton had no opponent for Buchanan.
Flores offered up Ruben Navarro as a replacment, and Aileen quickly agreed to the match.
As we are sitting in the restaurant, Flores breaks the news to Ruben, that on friday evening he'd be fighting Ken Buchanan for the World Lightweight Championship.
We were all happy for Ruben, but I was privatley concerned for my stablemate. He was in no conditon to fight anybody, let alone the lightweight champion of the world.
I kept picturing him staggering around the Olympic just a few days earlier, totally drunk and high.

On Friday night, the Maravilla Kid, totally out of condition, stepped into the ring with Ken Buchanan at the L.A. Sports Arena.
I had scored my first pro knockout on the undercard, and was praying that Ruben Navarro could pull off the same thing against Buchanan.
For a moment, I thought my prayer had been answered.

At the opening bell, Ruben darted across the ring and went right to work on Buchanan. Less than halfway thru the round, Navarro lands an overhand right that lands solid on Buchanan's chin.
The tough Scot hits the deck for a flash knockdown and the Los Angeles Sports Arena exploded in excitment.
Buchanan rose quickly and was able to survive Navarro's attempt to put him away.
Navarro's conditioning could not sustain a steady attack and as the bout progressed, Buchanan took control and defeated Navarro by way of a fifteen-round decision.
Navarro had little chance of winning, but considering his conditoning and last minute notice, he impressed most in atttendence.

The following month, Navarro still had another fight to prepare himself for, the rematch with Robertson.
With his bank account getting an unexpected boost with the purse from his title fight, Ruben and Carol Navarro purchased a beautiful Spanish style home in Monterey Park.
Ruben and Carol's new home was just a few blocks from the home of my girlfriend's family.
We would all attend a housewarming party at the Navarro home just a week before the rematch with Jimmy Robertson.

In March of 1971, just over a month after losing to Buchanan, I would open the show the night Ruben would face Jimmy Robertson for the second time at the Olympic.
The bout was scheduled for twelve rounds for the vacant NABF Lightweight title.
Ruben scored well in the third round, but the bout was boring. Both fighters grabbed and held, and following a late rally, Robertson took a close majority decision.

During the next six months Navarro would fight just one time, winning an easy decision over Tony Jumao-As, before signing for another big L.A. showdown.
This time, Ruben would take on one the most popular prizefighters to ever come out of Los Angeles, Armando Ramos.
Ramos was only 22, but had become the youngest boxer in history to win the world lightweight championship.
As a result of his wild life style, he'd also become the youngest lightweight champ to lose the title.

Despite Los Angeles having several world class lightweight contenders, the career of Mando Ramos overshadowed the rest.
Like Navarro, Ramos lived a wild lifestyle and had lost his title only a year after winning it.
This bout wouldn't have a championship tied to it, at least not officially, however, at stake was something more important to both Navarro and Ramos.
Both sought bragging rights as the best lightweight in L.A. and the two were far from strangers.
More than once, Mando Ramos and Ruben Navarro had spent time together partying. There was a friendly respect, but also a pair of big egos backed by big talent.

There was no shortage of animosity going into this bout, but Navarro had another obstacle to consider.
Mando Ramos was the "house fighter" at the Olympic.
Mando's ring talent won the world title, but it was promoter Aileen Eaton's close alliance with Ramos' manager, Jackie McCoy, that made such a match possible.

It was only a matter of time before Ramos and Navarro would meet in the ring, and when they did the fireworks flew.
Ruben trained hard for the match and fought beyond himself. He literally took control of the match and kept Ramos off-balance.
In the end, it had been a very close fight, one that had lived up to all expectations. When the final bell rang, I was certain Navarro had won.
The judges saw it differently, all giving Mando the fight by a slight margin.

Years later, Mando and I would discuss this fight. Like most fighters, Mando believed he was a clear winner.
I told Mando I saw him clearly win many fights, but not the Navarro fight. I didn't keep score, but after ten rounds I thought Ruben had edged him.
Mando smiled and acknowledged that Navarro gave him a difficult evening, then we changed the subject.

Ruben was in great shape for Ramos. and Flores didn't want to give him time to fall out of shape.
Just four weeks after the disappointing loss to Mando Ramos, Navarro would have a chance to face another hot L.A. lightweight, "Irish" Frankie Crawford.

Crawford had engaged in two tough wars with Mando Ramos early in their careers, and had upset Ramos in their first bout.
In the time since, he twice faced featherweight champ, Shozo Saijyo of Japan in Tokyo.
Both bouts with Saijyo were for the title, and it was reported that Crawford had been robbed of the decision in each.

In the first round of Ruben Navarro's bout with Frankie Crawford, the Maravilla Kid scored early, rattling Crawford with a jolting over-hand right to the jaw.
Crawford staggered back and fought to stay on his feet. That was the beginning of the end for Frankie Crawford.
After ten rounds, Navarro scored a near shutout on the scorecards.

In 1972, Navarro would start the year with three wins before being matched with another exceptional L.A. lightweight contender, Rodolfo "El Gato" Gonzalez.
Having fared well in cross-town showdowns with Rojas, Robertson, Ramos and Crawford, Ruben would this time face the last of the local 135 pound contenders.
He would also be facing the deadliest of the lot. A strong, elusive, power puncher with a clever, cunning style that destroyed opposition with devistating body blows.

Rodolfo Gonzalez' career had been stifled thru bad management and health challenges. He had scored thirty five consecutive KO's, a record among world champions of any size or era, but he was avoided for years.
Now under the management of Jackie McCoy, Gonzalez was a stablemate of Mando Ramos, and was starting to get important fights.
Although late in his career, Gonzalez was grateful. Better late than never.

At the Anaheim Convention Center, Ruben and El Gato would go toe-to-toe, but Navarro would spend a lot of time on the ropes, absorbing punishment.
Both men were cut, and at the end of ten rounds, Rodolfo Gonzalez was awarded a close, majority decision.

By this time, I had left the Johnny Flores stable, and after the Gonzalez match, Ruben would also part with Flores.
During the remaining two years of Ruben Navarro's ring career, he would be guided by Harry Kabakoff.
I remember Ruben complaining to myself and another boxer, "Harry takes 50% of my purse!"
The other boxer laughed, "Is that all he's taking? He didn't treat me that well."

During the next nine months, the WBC lightweight title would change hands three times.
Mando Ramos had won the title from Pedro Carrasco. Mando was then KOed by Chango Carmona and lost the title to the Mexican Lightweight champ.
Ramos stablemate, Rodolfo Gonzalez then was given a long awaited title shot, taking on Carmona in his first title defense.
Rodolfo "El Gato" Gonzalez knew he'd only have one chance to become a champion and took full advantage of the opportunity.
El Gato destroyed Chango Carmona, the bout being stopped after twelve rounds. Rodolfo Gonzalez was now the WBC Lightweight Champion of the world.

El Gatos' first title defense would be against the Maravilla Kid. The match would be held at the Los Angeles Sports Arena, the same place where Navarro had fought Ken Buchanan, two years earlier.
It was an all-star card that also featured WBA Lightweight Champ, Roberto Duran, in a non-title fight.

After seeing how easily Rodolfo Gonzalez had handled Chango Carmona, I was concerned for my former stablemate.
Navarro attempted to box El Gato but Gonzalez just kept the pressure on, slamming Ruben with brutal hooks and upper cuts, closing one eye and bloodying his face.
Ruben fought back gamely but in the ninth round, referee George Latka stopped the bout.

After the loss to Gonzalez, Ruben would only fight two more times.
His last bout took place in 1974, at the legendary San Diego Coliseum. The Coliseum was a far cry from the big venues that Navarro had packed during his heyday.
The Coliseum was nothing more than a glorified cock pit, a place that held several hundred fans. I used to consider it a "Graveyard" for L.A. fighters.

I would have my last fight at the San Diego Coliseum, and so would Ruben Navarro a few months later.

In his last ring appearance, the "Maravilla Kid" Ruben Navarro would take on another comebacking former contender, former Mexican featherweight champ, Aurileo Muniz.
Muniz stopped Ruben in the seventh round. Navarro called it quits, never to return to boxing.

A few months later, I see Ruben at the Atlantic Square shopping center in Monterey Park. He was with his wife Carol and three children, Todd, Julie and Lance.
Ruben said he had been working carrying steel for a freeway construction company, and his wife Carol had become involved with the Jehova's Witness religon.

The next time I would see or talk with Ruben Navarro would be more than twenty years later. He was a different man.
Ruben Navarro had many years of sobriety and himself had become a Jehovahs Witmess.
He looked good, a lot heavier, but a lot happier inside. His dark black hair had turned white, his features had softened.
However, when I looked deep into his coal black eyes I could see the warrior of days past. And when he spoke, the voice was the same deep gravely tone I'd come to know very well.

Today I see a lot of sad cases when I visit with boxers from the past. Not so with Ruben Navarro.
After boxing, Ruben would own several businesses and all have done well. He had transformed himself from a wild Hell raiser to a dedicated family man.

East L.A.'s Ruben Navarro, the "Maravilla Kid" made it big in boxing, and even bigger in life.
A true success story!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Toy Tiger Premier: El Portal Theatre, October 3, 2009

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"Toy Tiger" the movie/documentary on the life and career of Canadian boxing great, Art Hafey,  directed and produced by Brad Little,  premiered this past Saturday, October 3, 2009 at the El Portal Theatre in North Hollywood. It was part of the Valley Film Festival, which was taking place during the weekend.

Most of the fighters that were featured in the film were present for the film's premier. The boxers that came to show their support for Art Hafey, included Bobby Chacon, Ruben Olivares, Bobby Chacon, Ruben Castillo, Frankie Duarte, Rudy Ramirez and  Rick Farris. Also there was my friend , retired former sportswriter and past President of the World Boxing Hall of Fame, Bill O'Neill. During the first hour everyone had a chance to get reacquainted, or in some cases, acquainted for the first time.

The movie began at approximately 3:30. The movie,or more correctly, the documentary chronicles Art Hafey's early years, but centered primarily on his years in Los Angeles during the time that has come to be known as "The West Coast Featherweight Wars", written and detailed extensively by Dan Hanley Jr, who  also contributed to the film. There was tons of good fight footage in the movie and Director Brad Little did his research during the making of the movie.

Hafey comes across as a deserving and sympathetic person. It's no secret that his career was mishandled by his management. It's also no secret that Hafey, despite being the number one contender for a time during the 1970's, never got a crack at the Featherweight title. It was revealed in the film that Hafey, in eight years as a professional boxer, never made more than $75,000 during his entire career. Beyond shameful. The movie also discusses his life long battle with a neuromuscular disorder "Thompson's disease".

Hafey, like his compatriots, George Chuvalo and the late Arturo Gotti, was a blood and guts fighter, taking two or three punches just to land one of their own. Guys like Hafey fought their hearts out. They left nothing in the ring. Unfortunately, for Hafey, there was no payoff. No pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and more's the shame.

If you like the fight game, even just a little, you'll love "Toy Tiger".

My own personal memory of Art Hafey goes back to the Danny Lopez-Art Hafey fight in 1976, at the Forum in Inglewood, California. I was scheduled to fight Chris Gonzalez that day on the undercard. My trainer Mel Epstein and I saw Jerry Bilderrain, Burke Emery and Art Hafey in the parking lot getting out of their car. I didn't know Burke or Art but Mel introduced me.

Art was dynamite in a small package when he fought but I was surprised by how frail he looked to me that day. He looked preoccupied as if he had something on his mind. I didn't get a sense of confidence. Maybe it was my imagination. Jerry I had known for a while. He was a trainer but I can't recall right now who he trained. I do know that he worked with Art. Jerry had a route as a Budweiser distributor and I would go with him once in a while when I needed cash.

My own fight was canceled the day, as was becoming the norm for me. I got dressed and Mel and I went up and got us some seats. They were good seats too. Bazooka Limon was also fighting that day against Ruben Coria and stopped him in the fourth round.

When Both Danny and Art were in the ring, the size difference really became obvious. Danny and I are the same height 5'8". Hafey is 5'2". The fight is somewhat of a blur to me after all these years. But I can still remember what I was thinking. Hafey looked frail and weak. He was fighting back but he didn't look strong. At about round five it became obvious to me that Danny was going to hurt Art. The records say he was down in the 6th. I remember that but I just can't remember how many times. Whatever it was I knew the end was near. Danny stopped Art in the 7th. I always felt there was something wrong with Art that day. Nothing fishy, maybe a cold, stomach flu, something. He wasn't right that day.

I remember Art Hafey as a humble, quiet, polite, reserved and respectful person. Thirty three years later, that is still my impression. He could not thank my wife Jeri and I enough for coming to see the movie. We are the ones that are thankful.

Our thanks to Brad Little for the invitation.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez Dead at 64

In what seems like an endless stream of boxing deaths, there is yet one more. Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez has passed away. I wrote the following on Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez two years ago. It now seems an apt obituary on one of Los Angeles's favorite fighter so I am reposting it. My condolences to the entire Lopez family. Rest in Peace Red



By Randy De La O

When I saw this photo of Ernie “Indian Red” Lopez recently, I couldn’t help but be moved. You can still see the fighter’s determination, but you can also see the pain of a hard life, whether by his own choosing, or by fate, circumstances and life. I wonder if he realizes just how vital a part of California’s boxing history he is, especially to Los Angeles boxing history, which has become, arguably the best fight town in the country, in terms of a fan base, and in it’s rich contribution to boxing in general. Lopez was inducted into the California Boxing Hall of Fame on March 6, 2004, and he certainly deserved it. Thanks to Don Fraser for making sure it happened.

Ernie “Indian Red” Lopez began his professional career on January 1, 1964, winning a 6 round decision over Armand Laurenco, at The Castaway Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. They would fight two more times, drawing in the second fight, and Lopez stopping him in their third fight in the first round of a ten round fight. He fought his last fight against future welterweight champion John H. Stracey on October 29, 1974 at the Royal Albert Hall in Kensington, London. He was stopped in the seventh round of a scheduled 10 round fight. In between those two fights he fought the likes of Armando Muniz, Jose “Mantequilla” Napoles, Emile Griffith and Hedgemon Lewis. Lopez and Lewis had three fights, with Lopez stopping Lewis twice, and losing a decision in the second fight. He was a mainstay at the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, and in the Hotel arenas in Las Vegas. His career record reads: 60 fights with 47 wins, 23 of them by KO, he lost 12 times and he drew once. Not too shabby.

For reasons of his own Ernie seemingly dropped off the planet, beginning in the 1970’s he hitchhiked and roamed the country, coming back from time to time to visit with his family, however briefly. In the early 1990’s he disappeared completely. The family had no idea if Ernie was dead or alive, until early 2004, with the help of the Los Angeles Police Department, he was found in the Presbyterian Night Shelter in Fort Worth, Texas.

Any fight fan knows that Ernie is the older brother of Danny “Little Red” Lopez. I hope that they have reconciled any differences they may have had. One was a champ, one wasn’t. Two different fighters, two different weight classes, completely different opponents, one should not reflect on the other. With or without an official title Ernie “Indian Red” Lopez will always be a champ to his many fans. He always fought with heart and was crowd favorite. If ever a boxer’s life and career called out for movie to be made, it’s Lopez’. I can’t imagine a more compelling story. We are proud that he is one of Los Angeles’ Greats!

Ernie's career record can be found at this link to Boxrec.com



Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez vs Jose "Mantequilla" Napoles

Ernie with Los Angeles rival Hedgemon Lewis

Popular L.A. Area Fighter Ernie"Indian Red" Lopez Dies



Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez lost welterweight title bouts to Jose Napoles in 1970 and '73 but was still a fan favorite. (Theo Ehret / March 3, 2004)

By Keith Thursby

October 5, 2009

Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez, a popular boxer in the 1960s and '70s who twice lost title fights before sellout crowds at the Forum and was found in a Texas homeless shelter just in time to be honored for his accomplishments in the ring, has died. He was 64.

Lopez died Saturday in Pleasant Grove, Utah, from complications of dementia, said one of his sisters, Naomi Adams. He had lived with Adams' family for five years before recently moving into a rest home, she said.

"He never became a champion, but he was very popular with the fans," said Bill Caplan, longtime Los Angeles boxing publicist. "He was aggressive; he didn't worry about getting hit."

Lopez fought for the welterweight title twice against Jose Napoles, losing in the 15th round in 1970 and in the seventh round in 1973. "He was a very good fighter, but Napoles was a great fighter," Kaplan said.

He also had three memorable fights against Hedgemon Lewis, winning twice.

"Lopez was a warrior," actor Ryan O'Neal, who managed Lewis when he fought Lopez, said in 2004. "He was also a gentleman, a decent man. But as a fighter, Lopez would hit the other guy so much he would become exhausted. Because of that, Lopez would always fill an arena, because he would give fans their money's worth. . . . It was his heart that made him win."

By 1974, Lopez was divorced and his career was over. His connections to his family decreased as the years went by.

"It was the losses to Napoles and the divorce that sent Ernie into a tailspin," his brother, former featherweight champion Danny Lopez, said in 2004. "He was a hurt man."

That year, family members saw an item in The Times about Lopez being named to the California Boxing Hall of Fame, and they tried to find him. A Los Angeles police detective tracked down the former boxer in a Fort Worth homeless shelter.

Don Fraser, president of the California Boxing Hall of Fame and a retired boxing promoter, paid for Lopez's flight to Los Angeles. "Some of the guys got him a suit and a hat," he said. "To him it was really something. I think he was overwhelmed."

Lopez was born in 1945, on a Ute Indian reservation in Fort Duchesne, Utah, one of eight children. He met his former wife, Marcia Park, when they were students at Orem High School in Orem, Utah. They moved to California in the mid-1960s, and he fought most of his career out of Los Angeles' Main Street Gym.

Lopez is survived by his son, Lance, and daughters Cindy, Kami and Tracy, three brothers and two sisters, 22 grandchildren and one great-grandchild. Services will be Saturday in Utah.

keith.thursby@latimes.com

Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Last Word On Arreola From Borges: "The Guy Can't Fight"



The writer wasn't impressed by Arreola's ability to withstand punishment or all that much by his tears postfight. He calls out the fighter and his team for match and the result.

by Ron Borges

Cristobal Arreola’s tears following the one-sided beating he absorbed from Vitali Klitchko last weekend were real but what was he crying about? He blew his chance long before the first bell rang.

These days the public is easily fooled by public displays of remorse, apologies which are really no more than public relations stunts or reactions to having finally been exposed than for really seeing the error of their ways. Cris Arreola seemed another in that growing list.

On the biggest night of his life, Arreola arrived at the arena fat and out of shape. Perhaps for him he was svelte, considering his past, but even at the weigh-in he joked about one of the most revealing things about him. When Arreola first weighed 271 there was little shock in the room but he removed his shirt to expose a weight belt he was wearing.

To him conditioning has always been a joke and so it remained. His chest was loose, his sides flabby and his skills non-existent. If you think the former is not revealing of why the latter is a fact than you are not paying much attention to things.

Arreola said in a pre-fight interview that he fought hard, worked hard and played hard. Two out of three isn’t bad unless you want to be heavyweight champion. Cris Arreola not only doesn’t work hard at his craft he doesn’t even know what that means, which is not all his own fault.

If on the biggest night of your professional career, you cannot see fit to work hard enough to be in the best of physical condition what chance do you think there is that he’s working on his footwork in the living room while friends, family and, most importantly, opponents sleep?

Arreola came off as a guy who thinks he has the right to overeat and over drink because he parties as hard as he fights. Well, if last Saturday night was an example of how hard he fights and he brings that to the dinner table or the bar room he should be Juan Manuel Lopez’s size by his next fight.

He didn’t fight hard nor did he fight well. He took punches in the face, which is neither of those things. There is an old saying in boxing that some guys are “game quitters.’’ What it means is they are willing to absorb punishment but not willing to do all they can to win.

If after a long amateur career and 27 professional fights what Arreola showed Saturday night is the sum total of his mastery of boxing than it’s time to look for a job in the Post Office. The guy can’t fight. Frankly, neither can Vitali Klitschko but what he can and does do is physically prepare himself as perfectly as he can and then use the advantages of size and limited athleticism to the best of his ability.

Were Klitschko in the ring with someone like Joe Frazier last Saturday night, Frazier would have slipped under one or more of those pawing punches that pass for a jab, and launched a left hook into his squash that would have knocked him out for a 20-count. Arreola couldn’t even catch up with him let alone hit him and this is against a guy who backs straight up in retreat, his hands down by his pockets.

Arreola was in dreadful physical condition but more importantly he was someone who couldn’t possibly have put in enough hours to master the craft of boxing because if you won’t run hard or do enough sit-ups and other conditioning to at least look as fit as Riddick Bowe in his prime don’t tell me about how hard you’ve been working on your boxing skills.

Bernard Hopkins spoke to this point a week before the fight, lumping Arreola in with so many other young fighters who are pushed along by managers and promoters into fights they are ill prepared for. They are aided and abetted in committing a fraud upon the public and, worse, themselves by trainers who either don’t know how to teach a young fighter or have no interest in risking their employment by making clear to him he isn’t working had enough nor learning fast enough to compete at boxing’s most intense levels.

So, again, what was he crying about? Most observers felt these were tears of remorse for having failed in his effort after long years of working to reach this moment. Well, had he worked as hard as he could that would be both noble and understandable.

But take one hard look at Arreola not through the rose-colored glasses of his supporters or media advocates who should have known better but through the hard eyes of one who goes by what he sees not what he wishes. Cristobal Arreola may be a hale fellow but he is not a student of boxing.

He refused to put in the time to train his body adequately to look like a heavyweight but far more importantly the larger message is he didn’t put in the time to learn his trade. Boxing is a difficult work place, arguably the most difficult and demanding in sports. Even its greatest practitioners eventually pay a price of pain and loss. But if they have done all they can there’s nothing really to cry about except, perhaps, lost opportunity.

There was no shame in Cristobal Arreola’s tears. They at least show on the night of the fight he cared. The shame is that he didn’t care enough when it counted most, which was in the long months and years that led him to the Staples Center in Los Angeles and an appointment with someone who is not a great heavyweight by any measure but who is a professional.

This day and age, that alone can win you a lot of fights, especially in the heavyweight division.

Courtesy: thesweetscience.com