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    Joe Frazier: Life after Manila


    Related thread:
    Manila:
    http://jeetwin360.com/forums/sh...d.php?t=518599


    Frazier’s life settled into the Broad Street Gym, a local fixture in the rough precinct where he had begun. His life fell into a groove,
    working with his fighters, checking into hotels, minding clocks and
    schedules. He had bought the gym from Cloverlay for $75,000 along
    with the remaining fighters under contract to the syndicate. Among
    his first fighters was a then-promising Duane Bobick, a white heavyweight;
    nothing more arouses ownership interest, and Faustian pacts
    are made in the endless search for one. Joe was getting him ready for
    a workout and slipped a right hand glove on his left hand. Accidental,
    but Bobick looked at him with disgust and said: “Yeah, and you want
    to be a trainer?” Bobick disappointed; white heavyweights invariably
    break your heart.

    Frazier: life goes on
    The Heavyweights
    A series of threads about Frazier, Ali, Patterson and Tyson



    But Joe learned that you can’t be friends with fighters,
    that he’d have to grow a new, tough hide in a new, subtle game.
    He’d adopt the method used by Yank Durham on him, clever but definitely
    not subtle. Yank insisted on obedience and punctuality, no lip
    and industry; even Yank’s voice scared Joe.
    Frazier began to train his son Marvis; no problem with the dogma
    there. Marvis was a heavyweight, a good boxer who Joe tried to turn
    into a prototype of himself. Eventually, he’d get out of the ring with
    $1 million in total earnings. But Joe was having trouble with other
    young fighters. They didn’t want to be told what to do, when to do it.
    He lost a couple of good amateurs to others, and didn’t like it much;
    so much for loyalty, they didn’t even allow him to make an offer. He
    had not charged managers for training their fighters in his gym, now
    he would. “You don’t go to General Motors,” he said, “build a car and
    say it’s yours. Same thing at my gym. If you come here and learn, I
    want to make money back.” He had a young phenom, Bert Cooper, “a
    natural hitting machine.” Big things were ahead, then he lost Cooper
    to coke and the streets. Joe began to despise drugs, and would find
    how close to home they could touch.
    One of his prizes was Chandler Durham, a light-heavy and the
    son of Yank. He threw himself into the shaping of Chandler. “The boy
    could fight,” says Burt Watson, Frazier’s business manager. “But Joe
    just couldn’t bring him into line. He called Joe names, and Joe took
    it. He thought he was Joe’s equal. Joe would shake his head and say:
    ‘Your daddy’s spittin’ in the grave at the things you’re doin’.
    Chandler, too, was gobbled up by the environment. Chandler was a
    friend of Joe Jr., whom Frazier guarded like a Doberman. Joe Jr. was
    five-five, 147 pounds, and everyone who saw him not only thought
    he was a duplicate of Joe, but also found him better; his ring record
    was 15–0. “He positively walked through people,” says Watson. “One
    of the greatest talents I’ve ever seen.” Frazier knew it, his heart
    pounded with recognition of himself; he was alive, back at the hunt
    again. Until Joe Jr. slipped into a haze of drugs, with Frazier cruising
    the night streets in his car, looking for him, desperately trying to
    break his fall; he couldn’t. Joe Jr. got into trouble and was sent to
    prison for three years. Mentally, it leveled Joe to his knees.



    Next:
    The Cross and the Cresent



    Last edited by Toney616; 05-06-2012, 07:25 AM.

    #2
    good read...

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      #3
      Originally posted by Tino Quintero View Post
      good read...
      Thanks

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