Originally posted by mic573
In the early to mid 80s I was bassist and road manager with a musical group called The Platters. (ask your mother or in some cases, your grandmothers about them)
In '85, we were playing at Harrah's in Lake Tahoe and between shows one night, I met Ray and his bodyguard on the casino floor. I introduced myself and we had a couple of drinks. Ray was a very pleasant cat....very polite. As a boxing fan AND a native of Cincinnati (Pryor's hometown) I was not shy about asking why they could never find a catch-weight and get a fight signed. I knew that Pryor was game...it would have elevated him to the next level of earnings! So why wasn't the fight made??
Sugar just smiled that million dollar smile and said, "Would YOU wanna fight him if you didn't have to?"
I invited them and their guests to the late show to see the band perform. Even asked if he would want seats in the back and no acknowledgement from the stage. Told him that it would be nice if the guys could introduce him. He said he didn't mind.
But they never showed for the show.....I guess he was afraid of ME too!
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