My mother started taking me to the fights at the Olympic Auditorium when I was 8 or 9, which would have been around 1973. She was a Bobby Chacon and Armando Muniz fan, while I was do-or-die with Litrtle Red Lopez. When he won the featherweight title, it was the first time I got excited about a fighter winning a title. The Muniz-Palomino fights were great fights, too. I remember Zamora and Zarate, and feeling bad about liking them because they had each defeated Alberto Davila, who lived a couple blocks away from me. The fight between them, Zarate and Zamora, was a war as well; it wasn't on television so I stayed up late to hear the results on the local news.
Ali was champ then, after Foreman, and I watched his fights (and whatever fights were on) but mostly he fought bums (Richard Dunn comes to mind, and Leon Spinks) and I have never been too impressed by heavyweights in general. Bob Foster was LHW champ then, at the end of his career, but it was only years later that I watched him. Then it was Mathew Franklin (later Saad Muhammad) and Marvin Johnson engaging in epic wars, and Victor Galindez. Marvin Hagler. Duran.
Mostly, though, my memlories focus on the top-flight Mexican fighters, champions and no, that were fighting around the LA area then. And Andy Ganigan and Randy Shields.