Today is the 88th anniversary of Tunney vs. Greb. This fight, as many of you already know was a blood bath. It may have been Greb's finest performance, or at least one of his many fine performances. Greb became the American Light Heavyweight Champion by defeating the undefeated Gene Tunney in a 15 round decision. It is simply amazing that Tunney survived the full 15 rounds. If I could see any fight in the history of boxing it would be this one. I just wanted to take a moment and reflect on this great fight.
The irony is that Gene Tunney was relieved when Harry Greb beat Tommy Gibbons because he genuinely feared Gibbons, and thought Greb the easier mark. Boy did he make a miscalculation.
Abdullah, thanks for this reminder...My father,and friends saw this great event 88 years ago at MSG...He always told me about that bloody fight ,so long ago...He became my very best friend, and boxing companion til the day he died in 1983...Time marches on, and so do we... Thanks again Abdullah...b.b.
Hey Burt, sorry for the tardy reply. I think it is great that you and your father were so close. It's always nice to read your posts about him. It my sound strange, but I think about your father from time to time, since he is the only person that I know of who actually saw Greb fight. My father and I always used to catch the fights on the television, but we both liked boxing, me more so than my father. I lost my father unexpectedly back in 2007, so I can relate to your loss. Anyway Burt, it was nice talking with you as always. The famous Tunney vs. Greb fight that took place so long ago always seems to get us talking. Keep marching on my friend.
abdullah ,sorry about losing your dad in 2007...Who knows, maybe our fathers wherever they are, are watching us comminicate !..b.b.
Great story, Burt! I can relate to it because the relationship my dad and I had was very similar. Mine died in 1978, at the age of 82, from cancer. And 32 years later, I still miss him greatly. Thank you for the reminder, Abdullah. I agree with Burt. We still march on...but not as steadily for the losses...with pieces missing like wounds that never completely heal.
Thanks, Burt. It's never easy losing someone so close, but the fond memories that we have of our fathers live on in our minds and that makes it just a little easier.
That is true, djsanders. I am still a young man, but I can relate to your statement about wounds that never heal. The pain never goes away, you just learn how to deal with it a little better as time goes on. I can still picture my father in my mind as plain as day. The bond between father and son is something very special.
Not to get maudlin Djanders and Abdullah, but the last night at the hospital, before my father died, his last words to me was " Who won the fight last night "? Forgot what fight but can never forget his last words to me before I left his bedside...He LOVED boxing, as we do too...b.b.
That is very interesting, Burt. That goes to show you that the mind you are born with is the same mind that you have your whole life. Whatever a person loves can keep their interest until the very end. Based on your story, it seems that your father wasn't afraid of dying, rather he was more concerned about who won the fight. Now, that is a boxing fan if I have ever heard of one.
Abdullah, he would tell relatives " i didn't know dying is so hard ", but was not afraid of death...Distinction...b.b.
This thread brought a tear to the eye of a cold hearted dog like me... You cant beat the father Son relationship...
That's true. If any of you out there have some grudge against your father then my advice is to let it go. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone. Now, I am not talking about if your father seriously abused you or never had anything to do with you, no that is different. But, if he was there for you then remember that. He is the only Dad you will ever have. The same goes for your mother. Love and respect your Mom. She has nurtured you and been there for you for a long time. I saw my Pops one day and the next morning someone knocked at my door. I looked out the window and saw a car that I thought my dad was driving. I opened the door and to my suprise it was my brother standing there with a strange look on his face as if he had just been through something very trying. I said "oh what's up, man?" And his reply was simply, "Dad's dead". I don't think I will ever forget that morning.