Story of Cus D' Amato and Fear.

Really good read. Insightful, funny at times, and brutally honest.

now thats wisdom

Damn...that's really enlightening....if you've lived it, you know what's up

Story of Cus D'Amato and fear NOTE: No copyright infringement intended. THE BLACK LIGHTS: Inside the World of Professional Boxing by Thomas Hauser Pages 18-20 One of boxing's foremost authorities on the subject of fear is Cus D'Amato, the legendary trainer of Jose Torres and Floyd Patterson. A diminutive, outspoken man who has worked with young fighters for most of his 77 years, D'Amato often looks back on his own experiences to put the subject of fear into context. "I remember the first time I got involved in what I call a waiting fight," D'Amato reminisces. "In the neighborhood in which I lived, which was a pretty tough neighborhood, you got involved in fights all the time. Whenever you got angry, you fought or you lost respect. Under those conditions you didn't think about being frightened. You replaced fear with anger. But it's different when you have the experience of waiting, an experience I had once. I lived in an Italian neighborhood, and a few blocks away there was an Irish neighborhood. I never used to have trouble with the Irish; I got along with everybody. But then the neighborhoods had some trouble, and both sides said, 'You bring a guy and we'll bring a guy, and they'll fight it out. Instead of both gangs fighting, we'll have two guys representing the neighborhoods.' I was 16," D'Amato continues, "and the Italian guys chose me. I wasn't mad at the Irish, I wasn't mad at anybody. But three days ahead of time I knew I had to fight this big Irish guy at nine o'clock on Saturday night. So comes the night of the fight, I didn't want to fight because this guy never did anything to me, but I got no choice. All the Italian guys and I go over to the street between the neighborhoods, and wait under a big street light. We got there, maybe five minutes to nine, with eighty or ninety guys, and the Irish must have had a hundred but their fighter hadn't shown yet. I sat down on the curb, and I was thinking to myself. 'How the hell did I get into this mess?' To tell the truth, I was scared. All my life, when I got mad I'd fought. I was fighting grown men when I was fourteen, but now I'm saying, 'Jesus Christ, what's the matter with me? I got to be crazy to do this. The next time some guys try to get me to fight, I'll fight them first; I got nothing against these Irish fellows.'" D'Amato's eyes grow larger, his face more animated, as his tale progresses. "Anyway, I'm sitting there, really sweating. I reached up, felt the sweat on my forehead, and figured it was blood, but it was only sweat. Nine o'clock comes and the Irish guy isn't there. Quarter after nine, the Irish guy isn't there. Nine-thirty, I'm still waiting, and all the time the waiting is getting worse because this guy is gonna be there, and I'm gonna have to fight him. Finally, at ten o'clock, one of his buddies comes and says the Irish guy is scared. He ain't showing. It was the happiest moment of my life." Fighters are the most exposed athletes in the world. During a fight, the crowd observes every twitch and movement. Still, spectators rarely see fear in a quality fighter. "That," says D'Amato, "is because the fighter has mastered his emotions to the extent that he can conceal and control them." But whatever a fighter says, the fear is there. It never goes away. He just learns to live with it. "And the truth is," D'Amato continues, "fear is an aspect to a fighter. It makes him move faster, be quicker and more alert. Heroes and cowards feel exactly the same fear. Heroes just react to it differently. On the morning of a fight, a boxer wakes up and says, 'How can I fight? I didn't sleep at all last night.' What he has to realize is, the other guy didn't sleep either. Later, as the fighter walks toward the ring, his feet want to walk in the opposite direction. He's asking himself how he got into this mess. He climbs the stairs into the ring, and it's like going to the guillotine. Maybe he looks at the other fighter, and sees by the way he's loosening up that his opponent is experienced, strong, very confident. Then when the opponent takes off his robe, he's got big bulging muscles. What the fighter has to realize," concludes D'Amato, "is that he's got exactly the same effect on his opponent, only he doesn't know it. And when the bell rings, instead of facing a monster built up by the imagination, he's simply up against another fighter." Enjoy.. Quality read, Cus knew what was up!

Before anyone overlooks it, CUS BROUGHT MIKE TYSON TO THE WORLD's attention. He discovered Mike, nurtured him and set up the management team that put Mike on the road to greatness. if Mike failed to live up to his full potential, D';Amato is not to blame. After D'Amato died, Mike was never ever the same. D'Amato had Floyd Paterson and Battling Torres, two of the biggest over-achievers boxing has ever seen before Evander came on the scene. These two did not have the raw talent that most trainers look for in a fighter, yet, Cus made them champions of no mean caliber. He invented the "peek-a-boo" and taught Floyd that style so well that Paterson became the FIRST HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION TO REGAIN THE TITLE! Torres became champ in the middleweight division when the division was populated by TRUE challengers! D'Amato was, with respect to Torres and Paterson, THE MAN who learned Merlin's secret of changing crap to gold. Nota Bene:Even after having brought up three champions, D'Amato still slept most of the time in a cot in a seedy Brooklyn gym, bothering to go up to his upstate New York home every "so often" to visit Camille, his lifelong companion. Camille also fed and took care of the young Mike Tyson's basic needs.

Actually the better story hasn't been told yet but when it does...Ouch!...alot of people are going to be sick to their stomachs. There were certainly unsavoury things aplenty in the Catskills. Wow a decent relply, carefull dude your indanger of being civilised, welcome back to the human race. P.S I agree with what you said, the story will be worth reading.

Actually the better story hasn't been told yet but when it does...Ouch!...alot of people are going to be sick to their stomachs. There were certainly unsavoury things aplenty in the Catskills.

cool story :D

This guy was the best trainer of the past without a doubt.