"Once we were in Jacksonville, Florida and we were staying at a place called the Two Spot, a nightclub with a few rooms upstairs. We had adjoining rooms, for privacy, when we needed it. Among other things, we had a case of Coca-Cola. I drank it instead of water, and Joe drank more of it than I did. One night, we were down to our last bottle. I hid it outside of my window sill for two reasons. One, to have it cold in the morning. Two, to hide it from Joe. The next morning, Joe busted into my room. 'No more Cokes?' He said, looking at the empty case. 'No more, man.' I said. 'You drank it all up last night. Your turn to buy the next case.' Just then, he noticed the Coke on my window sill. 'You're holding out on me, Robinson' he said. 'Just for that, I'll take your last one.' As he reached out on the window sill, I leaped out of bed. 'C'mon, man,' I yelled. 'I was saving that one.' 'Saving it for me' he said, with his big laugh. 'Damn it, Joe,' I said, angry now, and I grabbed his right arm. I was trying to wrestle the bottle out of his hand. He shoved me away. That made me angry and foolish. I threw a punch at him, a welterweight throwing a punch at the Heavyweight Champion. He blocked the punch and swatted me with his left hand. We started to wrestle, the bottle dropped to the floor and smashed. Still squirming around, I slipped on the spilled Coke and gashed my right foot on a chunk of glass. I didn't realise I was bleeding, I though it was Coke on my foot, but Joe saw the blood. 'C'mon' he said, 'We've got to get you to the hospital.' When I glanced at my foot, the brief bout was over. But for a few seconds, I held my own with Joe Louis. He helped me get dressed, then he picked me up like a baby and carried me downstairs to a cab. At the hospital, I hobbled into the emergency room. 'Right this way,' the nurse said, 'The Doctor will be with you in a minute.' The nurse was a doll. When Joe saw her, he forgot about me. He followed her outside, to her office, and leaned against the window, talking to her. 'Hey Joe,' I yelled, 'The blood all over my foot. What about me?' 'You be alright, Ray.' He said. 'The Doctor's on the way to stitch you up. This little lady told me so herself. Another Nurse is on the way too, because this little lady goes off duty now. And she wants me to take her home.' 'Take her home!' I roared. 'How do I get home?' 'After you get stitched up,' he said, glancing toward a corner of the room, 'You can take that cane. You'll make it, man.' And off he went, with that doll of a nurse. Laughs like that were typical." - Sugar Ray Robinson
So tell me when they got outside the Nurse hit joe on the chin, knocked him out with one punch, left him there on the sidewalk unconscious, and drove her own car home. Sugar Ray came out later, saw the out cold Joe Louis there, hit his left knee with the cane, and then hobbled home. Joe knew why his chin hurt afterwards, but he never did find out why his left knee hurt worse than his chin. And Joe Louis never drank another Coca-Cola as long as he lived. Whenever he tried, he would get this weird pain in his left knee...
I love these kinda “Louis was actually kind of a jerk” stories “Saving it for me” is some petty big brother stuff I’ve done LOL - Tyson once called Louis out for what he was in private “an arrogant coke head” (pun not intended)…I don’t think he was Dr Evil or nothing and Robinson wouldn’t even imply as much (Ray was closer to that, that reptilian SOB) Louis was quite seemingly passive with the armies low rank treatment of blacks, Joe would note the racists privately and talk to his higher connections in the military to sort it out… where as Robinson would lash out and just challenge everybody to fight much to Louis’s discomfort. I remember “Big Red” bullying the guy who was playing him in a film on TV “I hope he can act better then he can fight” said actor had been a decent pro and according to the poster who saw it happen on the TV the guy was quite hurt by it - Louis was old at the time, souring and his ending, the final mile to the finish line his “golden years” were rough and he’s lucky Marciano, Sinatra, Schemling and Liston etc were looking out for him he was hustled bad by boxing, by golfers and the taxman, even life he was dealt a rough hand.
Notwithstanding the possibility of some embellishments, great story. Though I will vouch that when it comes down to the last bottle/can of coke, things have def. gotten somewhat edgy in my own household. I think when it came to women, Louis, The Pink Bomber, also said: “They can run but they can’t hide”.
Louis hitting on women by telling them "you can call me the Pink Bomber" is now a historical fact and you cant convince me otherwise. Legend has it he had a "booty of the month club" selecting the finest females to stalk and apply pressure just as he did in the ring.
Joe’s own calendar girls. Maybe Joe also lived up to being the “Brown Bomber” from time to time. Who knows? Not my business and that’s as much as I’m willing to say about it.
None of my business either, but I suspect Louis, who was a keen golfer, was partial to playing the back 9, from time to time.
… back to boxing trivia… Robinson had an odd fascination with midgets so his entourage said he had a part time driver named Chico who carried around a pistol and in France he had a translator / errand boy who was also a “little person” pretty odd ball behaviour reminds me of how Eubank Snr tried to employ a homeless man as a butler.
He also told a story about how a couple of Military Police picked a fight with Joe Louis not knowing who he was, to their general disadvantage.
Louis is a big guy but he does look awful unimposing as far as the smashed bucket of crabs look I’m used to seeing in boxers… baby faced guy and has an accountant look to him I’d expect in a Patterson, actually Patterson would be someone I’d expect to hear stories about destroying regularly people in self defence.