Realization.....

FROM THE ICEMAN DIARIES; MEETING MUHAMMAD ALI: "I wanted to show him that I was a boxer, too. It was like I was at an audition to me. I wanted him to see that I was a real boxer, too, and I specifically remember giving him a feint and when he kind of flinched at it I ducked down and snapped a straight and sharp left jab into his belly. Then, the greatest thing happened. I am so glad that I was quick witted enough to catch it and reply properly. After I caught him with the jab he put his hands down a little, bit his lip and widened his eyes like he does and said loudly "What? You called me ******???" Now, when he used to pull that bit on Cosell back in the day when I wasn't even born yet. (I was born the year he went into exile, 1967) They had a little routine where he would say that to Cosell and Cosell would act all scared and nervous and, after some tense moments, Ali would say "Man, you musta' said Trigger." I had seen the films and read enough books to know the routine. So, I think I shocked Ali and everybody in that room with my reply: "No, No, I said Trigger." Everybody in the room, especially the man himself, got a kick out of that one!! I have several great pictures from that day and one of them is of Ali doubled over in laughter after I said that."

Man.. Thank you.. and I look forward to you buying it too LOL :)

John's book is IMO the most exciting thing I've heard about in the world of boxing literature in some time. I'm really looking forward to buying it.

ACTUALLY..... just go to my website... go to the PICTURES link and there are about 15 pics on there for now.

PICTURES on my comp have addresses? I am not sure what u mean... I will try to figure it out ICE

Tell Me How To Post Them Here And I Will When you make a reply to a post there are some "buttons" which come up. (For linking to sites etc.) One of those buttons is a yellow one with a little mountain on it. Click on that and type the address of the image (from the web) and click "ok". It should work...

Tell Me How To Post Them Here And I Will

If you guys want to see some of the pics that will go in the book... I have real good ones of James... let me know and I will hook u up ICEJOHNSCULLY@AOL.COM

Love the excerpts Ice & keep em' rolling. Can't wait for the book to come out!!!

Diego...thanks... THAT is EXACTLY the premise of my book. I am going to market it as THE REALEST BOXING BOOK OUT THERE. ICE

Good shit, Iceman. You're insights real, and that's pretty unique in the business. Best of luck.

The stoplight thing ... I've done that about all kinds of things. I guess it's human nature to be superstitious about things that you don't really feel like you have control over. I thought I was just crazy.

A little JT for you....from "THE ICEMAN DIARIES": "The funny thing about going to train with James Toney was that all I had ever heard about him was how mean he was, how arrogant and hard to deal with he was. I had really not expected to go there and even see James very much other than in the gym. I didn't imagine us hanging out at all and certainly didn't picture us becoming very friendly with each other. However, on the first day there, Jackie brought me by James' house in Ann Arbor where I first encountered him sitting on his couch playing video games with a couple people. We got introduced at that time and that was about it. Eventually, though, we got to talking and he asked if myself and the other guy brought in to spar, a super middle from Pennsylvania named Andy Sarkozy, wanted to see the sights of Ann Arbor. We did and that night James came by, picked us up, and took us on a tour of the town. Showed us his old High School, where people hang out, landmarks etc. I was thinking to myself the whole time that "this is not the guy I expected." Andy and I had a hotel room about one mile from James' house and every day his two friends would pick us up and take us to and from Jackie Kallen's "Galaxy Boxing Gym." Jimmy Griggs and Big Lou. I nicknamed Big Lou "The Biz" because he reminded me of the Rapper Biz Markie. He and Jimmy nicknamed me "Vanilla Rice" and "Salami" (after the white kid on that old TV show "The White Shadow"). The only time James showed any indication of being the guy I had wrongly assumed he was when I first arrived in Michigan was when we would spar. James is the only guy I ever sparred who never, ever touches gloves before, during or after a round. He also talks trash constantly during and between rounds and it is usually some pretty hard-core, graphic stuff. It was the kind of thing where, if people were in the gym observing the sparring sessions, they would probably assume that James hated you. It had the feeling of a real fight. And I liked it. The most exciting time I had sparring with James was on July 15, 1993 at the Galaxy Gym when, with about thirty seconds left in both the third round and then again in the sixth and final round, we simultaneously picked up the pace. Sometimes fighters have something between them, something where they both kind of know without words being spoken, and at that moment I could feel the intensity of the sparring pick up. I remember we started landing pretty good shots and each of us would retaliate after each solid shot a little quicker than usual. The pace picked up gradually at first and then it escalated into all out, back and forth war. In reality it was probably only about twenty seconds worth in each round but in times like that time seems to stretch out and I was thinking it was a lot longer. Twenty seconds is a LONG time when you are trading hard, nonstop punches with a big name champion. James picked it up and his punches began to get very crisp and accurate. I was full of energy, though, and everything he threw I threw it right back. I was practically smiling as this was happening because it was like being in a ROCKY movie! Actually, I can specifically remember thinking of the 1985 Hagler-Hearns fight while we were in there throwing punches at each other. I remember just planting my feet and throwing right hands and left hooks as hard as I could at James' head. No body shots. No jabs. Nothing but power shots to the head. In my mind I was thinking of the Hagler-Hearns fight. All the way to the bell. And as soon as the sparring was over it was like someone slammed on the brakes and we both stopped after finishing up our final shots a second or two after the bell. We looked at each other for a quick moment and then headed back to our respective corners. We didn't touch gloves and we didn't say anything, either. On the way back to our hotel that night, though, James asked me "How did you feel today?" I told him I "felt good," etc. and he said "Yeah, cuz' this is the best day you worked so far." That was the best day we both worked. That time period of 1993, the summer I spent in Ann Arbor and the Poconos in camp with James Toney, was one of the best times I have ever had in boxing. It was like summer camp, almost, with some boxing mixed in with it. Every day there was like a day at summer camp that would get interrupted with some gym work thrown into the mix. Andy, my roommate on the trip, and I forged a friendship that remains to this day (I attended his wedding last year and, in 1996, Andy was MY sparring partner when I fought Henry Maske for the IBF title). Every day in Ann Arbor before and after the gym we would hang out, go swimming in the outdoor pool, go eat. We even got the girl at the front desk, Chantelle, to let us use her car one day so we could go to the mall. (Her muffler fell off about half way to the mall and was left in the dust out there somewhere on the Michigan highway system). At night we would go with Jimmy and the Biz to JT's house and play video games or to the mall or to different spots in Ann Arbor that they liked to hang out at. Spending all this time there made me realize that James Toney is much different than most would perceive him to be. I thought that he would be a very unsociable type of guy that I would only see at the gym on days we sparred but, really, he has a side to him that most fans don't ever get to see. Don't get me wrong, in the boxing ring he is very serious. James, as I said, was the only guy I ever sparred with that refused to touch gloves before, during or after the sparring rounds and he LOVED to talk stuff during the sparring that was raw and personal. I got the impression it was a test of sorts to see how tough you were. Apparently he had been known to send sparring partners home on a moments notice that he felt were not able to take what he dished out and give back what they received. I recently have read stories about how he was verbally abusing sparring partners during training for the Holyfield and Jirov fights and I had to laugh out loud at those articles. I could picture James making these guys miss and exhorting them to work harder in front of a gym full of fighters, reporters, trainer and fans. "Come on you B****! You punk M***** F******. Work!"

James Toney... You Want James Toney.... Well, You Will Get A Whole Chapetr On Him Full Of Jt Stories!! Ice Coooool.. :cool: Now get James Toney to start posting on the mawfuckin' scene... :)

James Toney... You Want James Toney.... Well, You Will Get A Whole Chapetr On Him Full Of Jt Stories!! Ice

Im loving the articles that you have posted so far ICE. They get me thinking a lot, and build up a good atmosphere, and this is from someone who really hates reading unless its a newspaper, haha. :) Take your time over it, and if the rest of the book is as good as these parts you have showed us, then it should be a great success. :cool:

nice stuff ice, get the book printed and shipped man

Mech... you know what I'm talking about right????

"You might be a fighter if... You have found yourself heading towards a stop light and you made up your mind that "if it turns green before I get to it that means I will win my fight next week." You have sparred someone who got the best of you and you went home and it bothered you all day and night and all you thought about was getting to the gym the next day so you could get some payback... And you might also be a fighter if... you have sparred someone on a Monday and you felt like you were a cross between Roy Jones and Floyd Mayweather but then, just a couple of days later, you sparred again and you felt helpless in the ring. Like you couldn't even remember how to throw a punch properly. Almost as if you were a novice all over again." more good stuff.

You might be a fighter if.... "You might be a fighter if... You have found yourself heading towards a stop light and you made up your mind that "if it turns green before I get to it that means I will win my fight next week." You have sparred someone who got the best of you and you went home and it bothered you all day and night and all you thought about was getting to the gym the next day so you could get some payback... And you might also be a fighter if... you have sparred someone on a Monday and you felt like you were a cross between Roy Jones and Floyd Mayweather but then, just a couple of days later, you sparred again and you felt helpless in the ring. Like you couldn't even remember how to throw a punch properly. Almost as if you were a novice all over again."