My Dad stashed a load of Boxing News magazines in my wardrobe when I was a young man (1984). Soon as I saw what Hagler did to Alan Minter, blood everywhere, the front cover of one of his magazines, I was hooked...since then we talk boxing daily.
My earliest memories were when I was really young and I would go into the sitting room the night after boxing was on tv and see a notepad on the table next to where my dad would sit always have columns of 9 and 10's going down the page as my dad always scores the fights. The first fight I can remember being excited for was Naz vs Boom Boom Johnson. I would of been 10 at the time.
I rarely speak to my dad on the phone but sometimes I'll get my mum to pass the phone over to him so we can discuss the upcoming fights for that weekend.
Muhamed Ali on the evening news in the 70's during the week and on ABC's Wide World of Sports on the weekends. Ours was an Ali household and I actually got in a fistfight with the kid across the street when he got beat by Spinks late in his career. I whupped him of course. :good
My dad woke me up in the middle of the night (in Denmark) to watch Tyson - Spinks in 88 and Tyson - Bruno in 89... The Spinks fight was out of this world... I thought Tyson was a superhuman!
My first memory of boxing is a vague recollection of Tyson KOing Spinks. I also remember the hype around Tyson/Bruno 1 at age 12, I actually stayed up and listened to the fight on the radio and remember the disappointment of Bruno losing. Eubank was the fighter that got me interested in watching boxing regularly always looked forward to his fights, didn't even know at the time he lived in my home town, just loved his style and posing, really made an impression on me as a kid. Though it was Naseem Hamed that really made me a die hard boxing fan he took what you Eubank did and just took it to the next level in terms of hype and self promotion.
At the risk of boring some with this re-telling, hopeya enjoy: In the the early '40s, I knew that the big name fighters trained at Stillman's Gym, but never imagined I'd ever get to go there. So, when my dad took me, it was like going to the circus for a kid still running around in corduroy knickers. Once we were actually sitting in the gallery at Stillman's seeing the greats who were on fight posters tacked-up on every light pole and fence passing only an arm's-length away doing floor exercises -- warming up and sparring --- it was sensory overload. And while I tried to drink it in, Sandy Saddler and Paddy DeMarco play-fought with me. Bob Montgomery let me unlace his gloves; Beau Jack feinted punches at me. Most of those around us just wanted a glimpse up close of not only the fighters but anybody well known to tell their friends about. The galleryites were larger than life: fight-greats, showbiz types glad-handing everybody, reporters talking to fighters and A-listers, n scary-looking guys like the ones that lounged outside the social club around the corner from me. Willie Pep and Terry Young worked the crowd, breaking everybody up wisecracking about horses that were too slow or women that were too fast... I was hooked -- knew I had to train there some day.
When my dad was still alive he traveled a lot and one day decided to bring me on his trip to New York. He decided to take me to a boxing event. It had Gary Stark Jr and John Duddy (in his debut) on the card. My dad was friends with one of the guys on the card but I can't remember any particular names. It was an awesome day. Before that I'd only seen glimpses of boxing events he and my uncle would be watching in the living room as I passed by. I didn't start following boxing regularly for a few years after that but that day definitely made me a fan for life.
I remember I was just a child when I got to watch S. R. R. live on the television with my dad. I think the program was called Friday night fights (or something like that). S. R. R. was, no doubt, one of my dad's favorite fighters. If S. R. R. was fighting my dad always expected him to win. As I got older he would ask me to pick the fighter (black trunks, white trunks, etc.) I thought would win. Anyway, it was through my dad that I first took an interest in boxing.