By kiki
In spring of
1973, I and the Southern California Coaches and Managers Association took a Los
Angeles amateur boxing team to the state Capital, Sacramento, for a box off
against their local champs. Our heavyweight was a part time amateur boxer, Jo Jo
Torres, whom real passion was been a playboy. But for the Torres vs Ward fight
it was for the most part a forgettable trip in which we lost 7 out of 10
fights. When Jo Jo found out he was fighting Ward, who was known to be the best
amateur heavyweight in California, I could see in his eyes that he would rather
be in some nite club in LA then in a boxing ring in Sacramento. In the first
round Jo Jo went down from what seemed like a so-so right hand. Down on one
knee he kept looking at the canvas as the referee counted. I could see that he
wasn’t going to get up, even though he could have. As the ref was about to
count nine I jumped in the ring and stopped the fight to save him face. As soon
as I jumped in the ring Jo Jo jumped up too and he said to me “why did you stop
the fight? I was going to get up” I said to him “of course you were” As we were
flying back home he kept telling anybody on the plane that would listen “I was
going to get up” Of course he was!
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