[john garfield]

SAVE THE TIGER

Letter to the Smithsonian Institute: find an old boxing gym being shuttered and put it in the museum. No more genuine slice of Americana, or more endangered. But do it soon. The hardcore gyms are vanishing fast.

They're shrines. Living archives of boxing -- yellowing posters - layer upon layer -- plastered on the walls, fight cards, faded pictures of fighters mugging for the camera, biceps flexed, fists clenched; noir slogans: "Your opponent is training harder than you", "The more you sweat, the less you bleed." "Train till it hurts;" victors draped with championship belts; bare-knuckled gents in tights and lacquered hair, with names like "Battling" this or "Sailor" that; and anonymous Golden Age brawlers, some standing straight as a spear, others crouching as if to pounce on the camera…And always the icons: Joe Louis, Sugar Ray Robinson, Rocky Marciano and Ali exultant over a spread-eagled Sonny Liston.

A chronicle of American scrappers: Blacks, Mexicans, Irish, Italians…whoever was clawing-up the economic ladder.

For docents, I'd recommend gym rats - ex-fighters, some of them- the gray-hairs and no-hairs with busted beaks and eaves of scar tissue over drooping eyes -- road warriors; guys with "the" in the middle of their names: Harry "the Hammer," Kurt "the Crusher"; the club fighters, tomato cans who'd fight anyone anywhere for a hundred bucks: The guys who fought the guys who fought the greats.

And then there are the trainers. The scholars of the game; the Don Quixotes in quest of the Holy Grail: a world champion. Surrogate fathers with towels over their shoulders; elders who's tough love takes feral youth off the streets and off the needle.

Before the last boxing gym goes the way of the Saber-tooth Tiger, take one apart brick by brick and rebuild it where people can see it. Get all the equipment, too: The wobbly ring with saggy ropes, the heavy bag held together with duct tape, the speed bag yanking loose from the ceiling, the soggy wraps, the blackened mitts and the spit and sweat-smudged mirrors.

Put it all in the Smithsonian. Let folks get a good look at where boys who rankled under lock-step and reflected a broader society of rugged individualists who created The Industrial Revolution.

Part of America neglected in history books.

 

[Burt Brooks]

SAVE THE TIGER

Letter to the Smithsonian Institute: find an old boxing gym being shuttered and put it in the museum. No more genuine slice of Americana, or more endangered. But do it soon. The hardcore gyms are vanishing fast.

They're shrines. Living archives of boxing -- yellowing posters - layer upon layer -- plastered on the walls, fight cards, faded pictures of fighters mugging for the camera, biceps flexed, fists clenched; noir slogans: "Your opponent is training harder than you", "The more you sweat, the less you bleed." "Train till it hurts;" victors draped with championship belts; bare-knuckled gents in tights and lacquered hair, with names like "Battling" this or "Sailor" that; and anonymous Golden Age brawlers, some standing straight as a spear, others crouching as if to pounce on the camera…And always the icons: Joe Louis, Sugar Ray Robinson, Rocky Marciano and Ali exultant over a spread-eagled Sonny Liston.

A chronicle of American scrappers: Blacks, Mexicans, Irish, Italians…whoever was clawing-up the economic ladder.

For docents, I'd recommend gym rats - ex-fighters, some of them- the gray-hairs and no-hairs with busted beaks and eaves of scar tissue over drooping eyes -- road warriors; guys with "the" in the middle of their names: Harry "the Hammer," Kurt "the Crusher"; the club fighters, tomato cans who'd fight anyone anywhere for a hundred bucks: The guys who fought the guys who fought the greats.

And then there are the trainers. The scholars of the game; the Don Quixotes in quest of the Holy Grail: a world champion. Surrogate fathers with towels over their shoulders; elders who's tough love takes feral youth off the streets and off the needle.

Before the last boxing gym goes the way of the Saber-tooth Tiger, take one apart brick by brick and rebuild it where people can see it. Get all the equipment, too: The wobbly ring with saggy ropes, the heavy bag held together with duct tape, the speed bag yanking loose from the ceiling, the soggy wraps, the blackened mitts and the spit and sweat-smudged mirrors.

Put it all in the Smithsonian. Let folks get a good look at where boys who rankled under lock-step and reflected a broader society of rugged individualists who created The Industrial Revolution.

Part of America neglected in history books.

SO TRUE, and SO SAD !...The advent of television started the demise of boxing arena's, fight clubs and small gymnasium's...

 

[TheDemolitionDan]

A great read, JG. I never really thought about that, but an old school boxing gym should be in a museum. That really would cool to see because 50, 100 years from now, who knows if there will still be those types of old school boxing gyms? It would be a real shame if in the future that gets lost in the shuffle. Great read, JG, but bittersweet.

 

[john garfield]

A great read, JG. I never really thought about that, but an old school boxing gym should be in a museum. That really would cool to see because 50, 100 years from now, who knows if there will still be those types of old school boxing gyms? It would be a real shame if in the future that gets lost in the shuffle. Great read, JG, but bittersweet.

Funny, TDD, when I finished the piece, I was satisfied, but something nagged at me; and the word "bittersweet" hits it right on the head.

My daughter REALLY wants me ta send it to the Smithsonian. Think they'd consider it?

 

[DonBoxer]

It would be nice to have a real old school gym in a museum, or even turn one into a boxing museum because they are slowly evaporating. You get boxing gyms now in these huge complexes with full fitness centers, 3 nights a week they are boxing the other nights its zumba, yoga and spinning classes.


A great read as always JG.

 

[john garfield]

It would be nice to have a real old school gym in a museum, or even turn one into a boxing museum because they are slowly evaporating. You get boxing gyms now in these huge complexes with full fitness centers, 3 nights a week they are boxing the other nights its zumba, yoga and spinning classes.

A great read as always JG.

When I go to these new sanitized gyms, borne outta Wharton School of Business honor grads, to squeeze every dollar, it's appalling, DB.
mildew is Channel #5 to me

 

[DonBoxer]

When I go to these new sanitized gyms, borne outta Wharton School of Business honor grads, to squeeze every dollar, it's appalling, DB.
mildew is Channel #5 to me

Nothing wakes you up like the smell of mildew and stale sweat.

 

[TheDemolitionDan]

Funny, TDD, when I finished the piece, I was satisfied, but something nagged at me; and the word "bittersweet" hits it right on the head.

My daughter REALLY wants me ta send it to the Smithsonian. Think they'd consider it?

Yeah, I think so. I think it'd definitely be worth a shot. If anything, at least you might get a cup and a little note from them.

 

[john garfield]

Yeah, I think so. I think it'd definitely be worth a shot. If anything, at least you might get a cup and a little note from them.

I did send it, TDD. Letya know if anything comes of it.

Your comment reminds me of working as a reader of unsolicited scripts on TV dramatic show.

If a script had promise,I'd pass it along to producer.

If he didn't like it, he'd yell, "Send him a FU letter", which was a polite thanks-but-no-thanks form letter.