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<-- My dad and his boxing friend --> (Picture Inside)
Ever since I can remember my dad's told me he was good friends with one of Mexicos greatest fighters ever. I remember him telling me this growing up but everytime I asked who he said one day I'll tell you.
As the years passed here and there I'd ask him as I rolled my eyes. So when are you gonna tell me about your great boxer friend. All he would say was don't worry when the time is right I'll tell you.
I remember one day asking my uncles who was my dads friend? My uncles said we don't know? I was like yeah! right if he was friends with my dad he was friends with you guys. They laughed it off.
Also their was times where I wanted to guess but as I got older it just felt like it was his thing and I didn't want to ruin it for him. So I pretty muched stopped asking and or trying to guess.
Now flash forward to 2008 about 3 days ago, and my dad calls me and tells me hey! stop by the house I'm ready to tell you about my boxing friend. I said I'll be there around 6:00 and tell lady (which what I call my mom)
I get to their house and sit on the kitchen table my moms cooking dinner and my dads got a white sheet of paper 5x7 turned upside down so it looks like a picture of some sort. As we talked, he told me remember how I always used to tell you I was good friends with a great Mexican boxer?
As I smiled I said yes, pops (which is what I call him) I remember.
I also remember you never wanting to tell me who he was.
He said well let me explain why I didn't tell you at that time. He said because I couldn't prove to you that he was my friend. I said prove?
Pops I was 10, you could have told me you were roomates with Ali and I would have believed you. He laughed and said, no I know you better you would have wanted some proof. I said you do know me well.
He then tells me, it's not that I didn't want to tell you it's that I couldn't remember where I had put the picture away. I spent hours looking for this picture as the years went bye but I could never find it. At one point I thought I lost it and said great, how the hell Am I gonna tell him now with no picture.
I couldn't help it but laugh and said come on pops trust me I said even if you didn't have a picture now I'd believe you.
He says but I do, so now you've got no choice....He said I know your going to recognize him right away he said. You've often mentioned his name in talks with me and your uncles. I sware when he handed the pic. to me and I turned it over I fell off my chair...
I yelled out loud, OH! Shit! you were friends with _________________.
No fucken! way! Oh! shit! I could not believe my eyes.
My pops was there standing next to him in a picture.
(Not that anyones interested or anything but I'll post some of the stories he talked to me about him)
So now here's what I want to do. I'm gonna post the picture of my pops with his friend and I want to see if anyone recognize's him. (My pops is the one with the bowe tie.
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am not really good at pictures.
Originally Posted by brucelee
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