As a little kid Camacho was my idol and the reason I fell in love with boxing. My dad called me "Macho" because he wanted me to grow to be a boxer like him some day.
When I was kid living in NYC in the 80s Camacho was the definition of a hood superstar. Nuyoricans loved him, the island loved him. He was flamboyant and had all those natural gifts. But as he got older we started to see camacho battle his personal demons. As I became a teenager I no longer idolized him as I saw what the drug epidemic was doing to inner city NY but I never hated Hector. He was like the knucklehead uncle, or cousin, or neighbor all of us had as kids. He did damage to himself but he was seemingly loving to everyone around him. This was a STAR that you could walk up to on the street and he would placate you with convo, an autograph, a picture, whatever you wanted. He had his problems, his wife could tell you about it I'm sure. But I could never hate him.
As a matter of fact I remember watching "Carlito's Way" and thinking this is symbolic for Macho's life. NY hood rich star everyone loves who gets done in by something he helped create. I just wish the endings were different.
Now as an adult I realize he was more knucklehead than flamboyant star, if he had more dicipline he might have been a Puerto Rican ATG level fighter. I realize in retrospect Rosario ruined him in a sense because Macho became overly defensive after that brutal win. But it is what it is. I choose to remember him as I did when I was a little kid and pray God have mercy on his soul. I hope he and St. Peter work it out at the gates because for all his short comings, for all his sins...he was a good dude.