I noticed he wasn't in ESB's top 20 lightweight rankings before they were taken down, which is ridiculous IMO Sammy Angott Fritz Zivic Bob Montgomery HANK ARMSTRONG, Willie Joyce Lew Jenkins Bummy Davis Tip Larkin and avenged Janiro. He could only ever NOT BEAT Ike Williams. That's a ridiculous resume.
Top 20, easy. Wouldn't look out of place in the lower end of the top 10, though I personally would be inclined to place him just outside (like, 12-13)
cant remember a top 20 ranking off the top of my head I can remember rummy,s top ten . top twenty yeah, top ten not for me . h2h a beast I would think as when at the top of his game he would of no doubt been an amazing sight a swarming volume puncher and with great upper strength .off the top of my head though how long was his prime
Jack didn't make the 20 of the ESB poll organised by Rummy, but look how deep: 1. 605 Roberto Duran (15) 2. 593 Benny Leonard (14) 3. 348 Joe Gans (2) 4. 243 Pernell Whitaker 5. 230 Henry Armstrong 6. 217 Ike Williams 7. 168 Carlos Ortiz 8. 87 Tony Canzoneri 9. 51 Barney Ross 10. 47 Jack McAulife (1) 11. 38 Alexis Arguello 12. 15 Julio Cesar Chavez 13. 14 Joe Brown 14. 10 [tie] Packey McFarland 14. 10 [tie] Sugar Shane Mosley 16. 9 Ken Buchanan 17. 7 Jack Blackburn 18. 5 Freddie Welsh 19. 4 [tie] Lou Ambers 19. 4 [tie] Bob Montcomery 19. 4 [tie] Sammy Mandell Bloody nightmarish. McFarland is fourteen.
as I thought this was taken from our top 10 lists . if rummy had asked for a top twenty I am sure he would of made mine and probably a few other list's lightweight really is a deep division the boxers in danger of slipping out for me as I think I would have jack and another boxer in near the bottom the list are Blackburn, mandell and ambers
IMO he is forgotten, I mean, even in here he is not discussed enough, I would put him in a top 15 easily if I have a list...
when i saw this thread, I thought this poem might be appropriate: Philadelphia, 1946. Night. My father and I are walking home along a pavement raked by swirling snowflakes wherever the wind kicks up. Having just emerged from under the beamed shadows of the El we cross to the Arena, heading home to mashed potatoes, sisters, downcast eyes, anger and sullen silence past the wall in which a door stands open and I see in luminous blackness hundreds of black shapes, heads and shoulders, the sides of faces silvered in swirls of smoke, the embers of cigars glowing an instant and then blacking out far off in the black depths the source of light, the canvas square of ring circled by kliegs and a slim brown man who has a bigger man pinned on the ropes, digging blood-red gloves methodically, like a man chopping wood, into his ribs, the white skin splotching pink. Could I have seen at that distance the rocking and ripple of muscle under the bronze skin or did I just imagine all of this? It couldnt have been much more than a second my father was a very impatient man but there it is, as radiant as just now. My arm was jerked hard, I was dragged away wondering desperately who the man was then there he was on a poster, fists cocked, poised, smiling behind his gloves. I have forgotten the name of his opponent but not his name. I loved him, and I wanted what he had not the jeweled belt, the title, money, fame what could they mean to an eleven-year-old? No, what I wanted was the pride and power, prowess and speed and grace, and even more, fearlessness in the face of bigger men. And that most beautiful of names Beau Jack.
I've read that poem before, JG. Great stuff :smoke Top 15 for me. Buchanan makes the cut and Jack not making it is pretty outlandish IMO
How do I do justice to the name Beau Jack ? Other than to repeat that Beau Jack headlined the first pro main event I saw at St. Nicholas Arena in New York City, and Beau was the most exciting action packed fighter I ever saw. So exciting was he that I a yoingster, and my buddy traveled by bus to Philadelphia to watch the fading Beau Jack fight the murderous punching Ike Williams almost decapitate Beau Jack, before the referee finally stopped the fight with Beau out on his feet with his arms dangling in back of him ensnared in the ropes, and Jack was unabled to fall...I saw Beau whip Henry Armstrong ,ans many other times...One fight I will never forget was in 1947 when Beau Jack broke his kneecap in the ring with Tony Janiro ,and was literally hopping on one leg determined to continue until the referee stopped the fight...Beau Jack, very powerful threw every punch in the book,in clusters, in volleys and always on the attack, who sokd out MSG 7 times in ONE year... Too bad that todays fans only see him on film when he was fading, against Ike Williams... When Beau was younger and fresher he was a helluva lightweight to behold...