In some cases I have the hubris to figure I can compose and on specific themes I now and then appear do a sensibly reasonable work, that is, except if my companions and perusers are disparaging me. Be that as it may, with regards to my life’s genuine romance, boxing, I appear to have a wide range of issues communicating. I trust that is not the situation here, for this exposition is simply excessively unique and excessively profound for that to occur. It’s about Bobby Chacon and in the event that anybody merits uncommon treatment, it’s Bobby.
Bobby “Student” Chacon was drafted into the Boxing Hall of Fame a year ago and that made me amazingly glad. Bobby was my #1 contender, and since I have observed in a real sense a huge number of battles during my 68 years of life and view myself as something of a devotee, I trust that award conveys at any rate a bit of weight. For hell’s sake, I have seen them every one of; the “bums of a month,” the energy that was Bob Satterfield, the battles between Charles, Louis and Walcott. LaMotta-Robinson, Ward-Gatti, Ward-Green, Ward-Augustus, Zale-Graziano, Correlas-Castillo, Ali-Frazier, Patterson-Johansson, Barrera-Morales. I saw Sugar Ray send Dave Boy Green into fantasy land with the ideal left hook……and saw the illogic of Hearns taking care of Duran with a deadly straight right, and afterward Duran mistreat Barkley and afterward Barkley take out Hearns. I watched Leotis Martin starch Sonny Liston. Bruce Curry and Monroe Brooks go to the slope, and Kid Paret, Laverne Roach, Duk Koo Kim, Johnny Owens and Leavander Johnson leave everything in the ring. I saw the brain desensitizing suddenness of the Mesa-Garza battle and the shoot outs between Moorer-Cooper and Lyle-Foreman. The moderate slide of Jerry Quarry and an excessive number of others. I can detect the early signs……the slurring……the nasal droning. I saw the revelation of Foreman. The failure that was Tyson. I have been amazed by the wizardry, heard the music and seen the dance. I petition God for Michael Watson, Gerald McClellan and Greg Page and recollect the boldness of Robert Wangila, Pedro Alcazar, and Beethoven Scottland. I have seen excellent things, some not all that great, and some absolutely monstrous, yet nothing approaches what I saw and felt during a period somewhere in the range of 1978 and 1982 including three fighters by the names of Chacon, Limon and Boza-Edwards.
Bobby Chacon was brought into the world on November 28, 1951 in Sylmar, CA. He was an extreme child of Mexican-American plummet and before long ended up in the rec center. He turned into a novice Diamond belt champion and battled in National Golden Glove Tournaments in both 1971 and 1972. He turned professional in Los Angeles in 1972 while going to California State University at Northridge in this way procuring the moniker “Student.”
With a valiant, savage and generally energizing style, he turned into a prompt fan top choice. While “brawler” may best portray him, he was additionally a cunning slugger who could slip punches off the ropes. Despite the fact that short, he had a misleadingly long arrive at advantage. He was frequently ready to assimilate substantial discipline to distribute it and this probably added to his later challenges. He took out 23 of his initial 25 adversaries, including a TKO over Chucho Castillo and a charging, vocation improving ninth round TKO triumph over future Hall of Famer Danny “Minimal Red” Lopez. His lone misfortune by then was a ninth round stoppage to the exceptionally intense Ruben Olivares in 1973. The following year, he halted Alfredo Marcano in 9 rounds to catch the WBC featherweight crown. He shielded effectively against Jesus Estrada however lost the title to equal Olivares in 1975 (whom he at long last beat by choice in their third match in 1977).
Yet, the beginning for this story began in 1975 when he took on Rafael “Bazooka”Limon in Mexacali, Mexico. Bobby lost a ten round choice, yet it started a four-session competition that contrasts and the absolute best in boxing history. Neither one of the boxers loved the other and “resentment” was habitually referenced. The two would battle to a specialized attract 1979. Chacon at that point ventured up in class and lost to the incomparable Alexis Arguello by take out in the seventh round. At that point, in what might turn out to be as yet another incredible competition, he lost in sensational design by knockout to Ugandan Cornelius Boza-Edwards in the fourteenth round. Bobby couldn’t come out for the fourteenth round, His left eye was practically shut and his nose revoltingly cut. This misfortune was considered by numerous individuals as Bobby’s final appearance, and he was urged to really investigate getting out, yet he would have none of that.
He pulled himself up, set up a series of wins, and started advancing up the rankings once more. In any case, during this time, that other story that others so frequently compose about…..the individual and reckless side of Bobby’s life…..was in change. In any case, in contrast to other people, I won’t manage that, for I really trust it reduces that side of Bobby Chacon who was the contender. Do the trick to state his own life was unadulterated and genuine misfortune, and I simply don’t have the tendency (nor maybe the abstract abilities) to give it its melodramtic due. In the event that Bobby was no blessed messenger in his own life, he surely was a lion in the ring and that is the place where my concentration and memories remain.
Presently at that point, after his misfortune to Boza-Edwards, his fourth and last session with Limon was booked and battled. As per Ring and KO Magazines and the Ring En Espanol, the fourth Chacon-Limon battle got one of the battles of the year and the decade. Initial one would get shaken; at that point the other. Both would be amazed. Bobby, was cut, draining abundantly, walloped, and all set uniquely to return score his own knockdown. Chacon got up seeping after knockdowns endured in rounds 3 and 10 to drop Limon in the end seconds of cycle 15, and snap a nearby bu undisputed choice. Doubtlessly, had Limon not gone down, Bobby would not have won. I lived in Boston at that point and review jumping up from my seat, spilling lager and food everywhere and on my companions and shouting brazenly as loud as possible, “Get him Bobby, get him, take him out.” And get him he did. The scoring was: Judge Angel L. Guzman 142-141, Judge Carlos Padilla 143-141 and Judge Tamotsu Tomihara 141-140.
This was the battle that diverted me from committed boxing fan to undeniable fiend and I make no expressions of remorse for that. This battle, the pith of which was head to head, recurring pattern, to and fro activity, was amazing and I imply that lietrally. It was as close as two bold men can get to death, to the edge, maybe, and still endure. Limon really had an unusual grin all over as he was wrecked once and for all and was getting up; I vow profusely that he grinned at the group. It was practically mysterious, dreamlike, whatever mark you could put on it. All I know is I won’t ever fail to remember the fifteenth round of that battle. “I separated after the Limon battle,” he says. “I didn’t care for that person in any case and with all that happened……I couldn’t rest, couldn’t eat………”
Extraordinarily, Bobby would then proceed to safeguard against Boza-Edwards at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas and hold his crown in still another “battle of the year” that had me up and shouting indeed. Exchanging horrible snares all through, this one nearly approached the Limon battle for its back and forth movement activity and unadulterated viciousness. Ring Magazine called this one 1983’s battle of the year, the second sequential one including Bobby. By and by Chacon rose from a knockdown (this time in the first round) and, regardless of a profound and risky cut, dropped Boza Edwards in cycle twelve as the group thundered endorsement and as Bobby retaliated for his prior destruction and hold his WBC junior-lightweight crown. One battle was stunning, however my God, another? What amount could you take? Like the Limon battle, the consistent choice he won against Boza-Edwards was strange in its spectacularity……but lamentably that would be the remainder of Bobby’s ring magnificence.
Deprived of his title in June 1983 for declining to battle Hector Camacho in his nation of origin of Puerto Rico, Chacon at that point endeavored to win a third world title, yet was halted by lightweight victor Ray “Blast Boom” Mancini in 3 uneven rounds in 1984 (and as boxing fortune would have it, Greg Haugen would do likewise to Mancini in 1992 and afterward he, himself, woud have the courtesy returned by Thomas Damgaard in 03). I last saw Bobby battle in 1985 when he uncovered and bruatalized best in class Davey Montana in Reno. He won seven sequential battles against strong rivalry, including Freddie Roach and Arturo Frias, to finish off his vocation in 1988 with a 59-7-1 (47 KOs) record and a heritage as one of boxing’s generally energizing and well known warriors.
Be that as it may, his own life would indeed be damaged by misfortune when his child was killed in 1991. Afterward, Bobby was spotted at a public appearance in 1996 to see the Pay Per View battle between De La Hoya and Chavez. By 2000 he had lost the entirety of his material posesions including his manor, ranch and various vehicles. In any case, undeniably more sadly, he was presently, apparently, experiencing pugistica demenetia, a condition that occasionally happens among ex-contenders who take an excessive number of hits to the head. Bobby’s discourse is slurred and thick-tongued, his memory poor and he is currently unstable on his feet. In 2002, USA Today ran a story detaiing his home in a Los Angeles transient way station, where neighborhood non-benefit bunches purchase spaces for the destitute. He was 47 and living on a government backed retirement incapacity annuity, and has been seen searching for aluminum jars in the city and in garbage yards to help uphold himself.
I don’t know precisely where he is today, perhaps living with his mom. He evidently was seen with Mike Weaver and a gathering of other previous California fighters in 2005 at a signature marking occasion in Los Angeles, however I don’t know I truly need to know substantially more than that. The recollections I need are the stunning ones of those late evenings in my nook Boston when I watched his life and passing battles with Bazooka Limon and Conrelius Boza-Edwards, battles