Anyone going to the HOF in a few weeks...

[ICEMAN JOHN SCULLY]

I may have missed it...how much to attend the Banquet of Champions????

[Erik K]

I may have missed it...how much to attend the Banquet of Champions????

$135, not one of my favorite events though. Im not sure whats still available. Some of the events sold out.

BBQ is the best event.

[ICEMAN JOHN SCULLY]

How much for the BBQ? I should get tix ahead of time??

[Erik K]

How much for the BBQ? I should get tix ahead of time??

BBQ is $85, but may be sold out. If so you ma be able to pay at gate. Usually events don't sell out, but this year a bit crazy with Tyson and Chavez.

[ICEMAN JOHN SCULLY]

Tyson alone I think could make this the biggest year yet!

[fitefanSHO]

Saturday night, the night before Induction Sunday 2003.

Sitting in the middle of a packed Graziano's. At the bar sipping on a martini is legendary boxing scribe Bert Randolph Sugar. Chatted him up a bit, bought him a drink. Told him how much I miss his ****zine Boxing Illustrated. He asks me if I ever read Bert Sugar's "Fight Game", I told him I liked the ****zine but not the $5 price. Times they are a changing he tells me, he's SO right. When I introduced him to my wife, he kissed her on the cheek. Very classy gesture actually, we talk about it to this day. I think he liked her.

To my left is Aaron Pryor and some members of his family. Pryor is charging for his autograph on fight posters or some other signing medium he is providing. He already signed a glove I brought for free so occasionally I ask him how he's doing, he tells me it's Hawk Time, of course. To my right is Iran Barkley. The Blade does not look so good, I think his pants are held up by a safety pin, poor guy. Funny thing is he cannot keep his googly eyes off my wife who is whirling her long black damp hair around in a semi-drunken display of her beauty. Iran just stares at her, mesmerized all night. I don't even mind, in fact I kinda like it.

There are boxers and boxing people everywhere.

I'm in heaven for boxing. Surrounded by my heroes.

[ICEMAN JOHN SCULLY]

Here is an AWESOME story given to me by a god friend...

By JOE CUSANO (Connecticut): I had attended many International Boxing Hall Of Fame induction weekends before but I knew I must attend the one in 1997 in Canastota N.Y. because my second favorite fighter of all time, Sugar Ray Leonard, was being inducted.

I had attended his fight in Madison Square Garden when he fought and lost to Terry Norris. I felt almost as bad as the night Muhammad Ali lost his first fight (in the same building) to Joe Frazier. but that night i actually cried. I was 21 then and saw that fight at new haven coliseum on closed circuit viewing and felt so bad for the man that stirred up so many emotions in me. I was huge Ali fan. I imitated his style of speech, knew many of his famous quotes and could even do a pretty fair Ali shuffle back then. My dad turned me onto boxing as nine year old when he brought me to the old New Haven Arena to see the closed circuit showing of Patterson-Johanssan. I started to learn boxing at the New Haven Boys Club but after a couple of whuppings I knew I couldn't do that anymore. I didn't have the heart. But perhaps because I didn't (have the heart) I always admired boxers. Knowing what discipline they had and the types of sacrifices they make, it became my sport.

I grew up in a very Italian neighborhood where Rocky Marciano was regarded as the best heavyweight of all time. I believed that when I was younger but Ali changed all that. In the 60's in new haven, it wasn't a popular thing to be an Ali fan, but I couldn't help myself. this man lit me up. I watched and read everything I could about the man. I didn't know it then but I morphed into an Aliologist. I'm embarrassed to say this but it's true, when ali fought Leon Spinks the 2nd time i was so nervous and wanted him to win so bad I planned to be alone at my home and pray during the whole fight and cry if I had to. I was 28 yrs old. in the very 1st round. My mom called and told me my dad had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. my dad was a huge boxing fan but hated Ali. Old school I guess. He still though Rocky was the best and blamed Ali for just about everything wrong in the world. I was torn between leaving that fight and going to the hospital or waiting to watch it and then go. I chose the latter. There would've been nothing I could do to help my dad so I figured another 45 minutes. Wouldn't hurt. I watched that fight and was so happy with the ending that I almost forgot about Dad. Well, dad survived and lived 20 more years so that's the good news.

Well, back to the induction weekend. Sugar Rays' style and charisma reminded me of Ali and he did seem to be a torchbearer for the sport in the 80's so naturally I became a big fan. That weekend I attended all the ceremonies at the hall including Ray's fist casting. I bought some memorabilia to add to my already extensive collection. I bought a beautiful photo of Ali fighting Frazier. I knew I would see Frazier that night at the dinner so I wanted him to autograph. Joe doesn't mind autographing such pictures as long as Ali hadn't already autographed it. He graciously did and I even took a picture with him. I had met him before and he knew I was an amateur boxing ref, because I had told him on a previous occasion, so he would always ask how I was doing and when I was going pro. I liked Joe and admired his fighting heart. The perfect opponent to showcase Ali's greatness. The Boxing Hall Of Fame is in a very remote area of upstate New York and in order to find accomodations I had to stay at the Marriott in Syracuse. That was about 30 miles past the HOF for me but it turned out to be great to stay there. Don King was also being inducted and he was all over that hotel but he wasn't available to talk with or get an autograph or photo from. He always had bodyguards and they wouldn't let you near him. Many other celebrity boxers were there, though, so I had a great time. Too many to list but I have photos with so many that my billiard room looks like the Hall Of Fame.

On the last day I was having breakfast at the hotel lobby restaurant. my bags were packed in my room and when I would check out I would make my way back to the town where the parade and actual induction ceremonies would take place. I had continuously heard a rumor that Ali would be the Grand Marshall of the parade but nobody knew that for sure. As I left the restaurant a miracle occurred. I saw Muhammad Ali. I couldn't believe my eyes. The lobby was practically empty. He had a small group with him and as I approached a couple of the bodyguards closed ranks. I said, "Champ, I'm a huge fan. I'm a boxing referee and I just want to say I've idolized you since I was a kid"

He nodded and motioned slightly to his bodyguards with his hands for them to let me through. The guards parted like the red sea and I approached and shook his hand. nobody had cell phone cameras in those days so that was not an option but I suddenly remembered my beautiful black and white photo that Smokin' Joe signed the night before. I explained that to him and asked if he could give me five minutes to get it from my room and if he'd autograph it. He nodded. I bolted. Now mind you his limo was waiting to take him to the grounds. I was very excited and made haste. I tore apart the suitcase, got the photo out of its tube and went crazy for a minute to find the gold foil pen that Joe used. I rushed back, not know what to expect but the man had waited. he was now seated. I gave him the pen which he took with a very trembling hand and gave me the most beautiful signature. that piece is my prized possession. I thanked him continuously and literally cried. I felt like I was in the presence of a higher being. I was not a kid, I was 47 when this happened, but I couldn't believe it. It was as if I was a kid again and I met my hero. I would've rather had that happen then to have flown on Superman's back.

[Erik K]

Here is an AWESOME story given to me by a god friend...

By JOE CUSANO (Connecticut): I had attended many International Boxing Hall Of Fame induction weekends before but I knew I must attend the one in 1997 in Canastota N.Y. because my second favorite fighter of all time, Sugar Ray Leonard, was being inducted.

I had attended his fight in Madison Square Garden when he fought and lost to Terry Norris. I felt almost as bad as the night Muhammad Ali lost his first fight (in the same building) to Joe Frazier. but that night i actually cried. I was 21 then and saw that fight at new haven coliseum on closed circuit viewing and felt so bad for the man that stirred up so many emotions in me. I was huge Ali fan. I imitated his style of speech, knew many of his famous quotes and could even do a pretty fair Ali shuffle back then. My dad turned me onto boxing as nine year old when he brought me to the old New Haven Arena to see the closed circuit showing of Patterson-Johanssan. I started to learn boxing at the New Haven Boys Club but after a couple of whuppings I knew I couldn't do that anymore. I didn't have the heart. But perhaps because I didn't (have the heart) I always admired boxers. Knowing what discipline they had and the types of sacrifices they make, it became my sport.

I grew up in a very Italian neighborhood where Rocky Marciano was regarded as the best heavyweight of all time. I believed that when I was younger but Ali changed all that. In the 60's in new haven, it wasn't a popular thing to be an Ali fan, but I couldn't help myself. this man lit me up. I watched and read everything I could about the man. I didn't know it then but I morphed into an Aliologist. I'm embarrassed to say this but it's true, when ali fought Leon Spinks the 2nd time i was so nervous and wanted him to win so bad I planned to be alone at my home and pray during the whole fight and cry if I had to. I was 28 yrs old. in the very 1st round. My mom called and told me my dad had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital. my dad was a huge boxing fan but hated Ali. Old school I guess. He still though Rocky was the best and blamed Ali for just about everything wrong in the world. I was torn between leaving that fight and going to the hospital or waiting to watch it and then go. I chose the latter. There would've been nothing I could do to help my dad so I figured another 45 minutes. Wouldn't hurt. I watched that fight and was so happy with the ending that I almost forgot about Dad. Well, dad survived and lived 20 more years so that's the good news.

Well, back to the induction weekend. Sugar Rays' style and charisma reminded me of Ali and he did seem to be a torchbearer for the sport in the 80's so naturally I became a big fan. That weekend I attended all the ceremonies at the hall including Ray's fist casting. I bought some memorabilia to add to my already extensive collection. I bought a beautiful photo of Ali fighting Frazier. I knew I would see Frazier that night at the dinner so I wanted him to autograph. Joe doesn't mind autographing such pictures as long as Ali hadn't already autographed it. He graciously did and I even took a picture with him. I had met him before and he knew I was an amateur boxing ref, because I had told him on a previous occasion, so he would always ask how I was doing and when I was going pro. I liked Joe and admired his fighting heart. The perfect opponent to showcase Ali's greatness. The Boxing Hall Of Fame is in a very remote area of upstate New York and in order to find accomodations I had to stay at the Marriott in Syracuse. That was about 30 miles past the HOF for me but it turned out to be great to stay there. Don King was also being inducted and he was all over that hotel but he wasn't available to talk with or get an autograph or photo from. He always had bodyguards and they wouldn't let you near him. Many other celebrity boxers were there, though, so I had a great time. Too many to list but I have photos with so many that my billiard room looks like the Hall Of Fame.

On the last day I was having breakfast at the hotel lobby restaurant. my bags were packed in my room and when I would check out I would make my way back to the town where the parade and actual induction ceremonies would take place. I had continuously heard a rumor that Ali would be the Grand Marshall of the parade but nobody knew that for sure. As I left the restaurant a miracle occurred. I saw Muhammad Ali. I couldn't believe my eyes. The lobby was practically empty. He had a small group with him and as I approached a couple of the bodyguards closed ranks. I said, "Champ, I'm a huge fan. I'm a boxing referee and I just want to say I've idolized you since I was a kid"

He nodded and motioned slightly to his bodyguards with his hands for them to let me through. The guards parted like the red sea and I approached and shook his hand. nobody had cell phone cameras in those days so that was not an option but I suddenly remembered my beautiful black and white photo that Smokin' Joe signed the night before. I explained that to him and asked if he could give me five minutes to get it from my room and if he'd autograph it. He nodded. I bolted. Now mind you his limo was waiting to take him to the grounds. I was very excited and made haste. I tore apart the suitcase, got the photo out of its tube and went crazy for a minute to find the gold foil pen that Joe used. I rushed back, not know what to expect but the man had waited. he was now seated. I gave him the pen which he took with a very trembling hand and gave me the most beautiful signature. that piece is my prized possession. I thanked him continuously and literally cried. I felt like I was in the presence of a higher being. I was not a kid, I was 47 when this happened, but I couldn't believe it. It was as if I was a kid again and I met my hero. I would've rather had that happen then to have flown on Superman's back.

Nice story, thats what HOF weekend is all about.

[fitefanSHO]

Look for a guy wearing this shirt...



That's me.

[Erik K]

Look for a guy wearing this shirt...



That's me.

All 4 days?