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Classic Day in History: St. Valentine's Day Massacre
The sugar in the sweet science
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
No heart-shaped boxes on this Valentine's Day
By Michael Silver
Special to ESPN Classic
When the elegant welterweight champion of the world, Sugar Ray Robinson, slid gracefully through the ropes of the Chicago Stadium ring on St. Valentine's night 50 years ago,
Sugar Ray was not about to send him a heart shaped box of chocolates.
The rough hewn Jake had his own perfect record to protect: In 95 pro fights he had never been knocked off his feet. It was a proud boast made even more impressive by the fact that this iron man had met the hardest punchers in both the middlweight and light heavyweight divisions.
This was the sixth and final chapter of a bitter rivalry that had begun almost eight years earlier. Their first encounter took place in Madison Square Garden on October 2, 1942. Even then Robinson was considered a boxing phenomenon. He could box, punch, dance, take a punch, and fight inside or at long range. He also possessed a breathtaking repertoire of combination punches that were thrown with extraordinary speed and power. Within a year of turning pro he was ranked the number one welterweight contender. By the end of his second year, having won 35 straight fights (27 by KO), he was running out of competition. Since the welterweight title was frozen for the duration of World War II (the currrent champ was in the Navy), he decided to take on middleweights even though he would be giving away close to 20 pounds to some opponents.
Around this same time a Bronx born human tank named Jacob LaMotta was on the rise wreaking havoc in the middleweight division. Turning pro five months after Sugar Ray, the appropriately nicknamed "Bronx Bull" had won 26 of 31 fights, including one draw. LaMotta was a big middleweight whose frame could easily support 160 to 170 pounds. Jake was a special fighter, but how special really wouldn't become apparent until his second fight with Robinson.
Their first fight was somewhat anticlimactic. The usually aggressive LaMotta did not follow his game plan. He was overly cautious and tentative, respectful as he was of Robinson's awesome reputation. Although he lost the 10 round decision, the fact that he managed to win three rounds and was still standing at the end bolstered his confidence.
LaMotta's trainer, Mike Capriano, the man who had fashioned and refined Jake's unique bend and weave style of fighting, decided his fighter needed some fine tuning before accepting a rematch with Robinson. Over the next four months Jake fought five contenders, including the highly touted Jackie Wilson, who had won 50 of 52 fights. Jake beat them all.
The rematch with Robinson was fought in Detroit's Olympia Stadium on February 5, 1943. Robinson weighed 144 to Jake's 160 lbs. Despite the obvious weight advantage the odds makers made LaMotta a 9 to 2 underdog, which at least was better than the 10 to 1 odds of the first fight.
Jake's strategy was the same for every fight with Robinson: LaMotta, 5' 8" tall to Robinson's 5' 11," was to constantly attack out of a low crouch forcing Robinson backward so he could not get set to unleash his deadly combinations. LaMotta, who had surprising speed, had to move quickly. As Robinson started his jab LaMotta would step in and weave under and inside. Once inside the jab, LaMotta, bending low, would drop a right hand to Robinson's side and bring up a quick left hook to the head. He would then attempt to stay inside, burying his head in Robinson's chest, and whale away with body punches and combinations in an attempt to slow him down. LaMotta knew how to utilize his great strength to full advantage. In his low crouch, bobbing and weaving, he presented a difficult target. He never stood straight up and always kept his chin tucked in behind his left shoulder.
Jake fought brilliantly. He pressured Robinson throughout the fight. Ray's strategy was to try and outbox LaMotta by keeping the action at long range, spearing him with left jabs while trying to set him up for the right cross, uppercut, left hook or combinations. But many of Robinson's best shots missed their mark as Jake rolled with the punches, taking the sting out of them. In the eighth round, Jake sent Robinson through the ropes for a nine count. It was the first time Robinson had ever been knocked down. At the end of ten exciting rounds, Jake was awarded a close but unanimous 10 round decision.
Exactly three weeks later they fought again. Same arena, same fight. Jake even managed to floor Robinson again. But this time the unanimous decision went to the Sugar Man. At least that is what the record book says. The consensus among fans and reporters was that LaMotta deserved the win. They had two more fights in 1945, both hotly contested, but with Robinson having the edge both times.
It would be almost six years before these two magnificent gladiators would square off against each other one more time.
Over the next five years both men went their seperate ways, fistically speaking. Robinson won the welterweight title in 1946, defended it until he ran out of challengers, and by 1949 was campaigning for a shot at the middlweight crown.
LaMotta, meanwhile, was fighting virtually any middlweight, or light heavy willing to step into the same ring with him. By 1946, he was rated the number one middlweight in the world. Yet he could not secure a title shot. The problem was that Jake had wanted to remain a free agent in a business controlled by mobsters. It was an impossible situation. Finally, after agreeing to throw a fight against Billy Fox in 1947, LaMotta was given the green light to arrange a title match. This unfortunate chapter in LaMotta's career is accurately portrayed in the film "Raging Bull."
Winning the middleweight championship of the world from Marcel Cerdan in 1949 was certainly the highlight of Jake's colorful career. By the time he won the crown, though, the wear and tear of numerous ring wars, his constant battle to control his weight, along with marital and managerial problems had begun to take their toll. At 29 years of age, the Bronx Bull, while still a nightmare for any middlweight alive, had seen his best days. Yet, when the chips were down, LaMotta could still call upon his amazing reslience and determination to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, as was demonstrated in his dramatic 15th round KO of leading contender Laurent Dauthuille on September 13, 1950. With 30 seconds left to go in the fight, and hopelessly behind on points, Jake suddenly exploded and flattened Dauthuille. Five months later LaMotta put his title on the line against Sugar Ray Robinson who, aside from holding the welterweight title, had earned a number one ranking in the middleweight division.
Fifteen thousand fans filled the Chicago Stadium and millions more watched the fight on network television -- for free. There was also an international radio hookup for Europe and South America.
Robinson, almost 30 years old, was still a magician with his fists despite having passed his peak within the previous year. He was bigger now, at 155 pounds, and, although he may have slowed down a bit, he could still dazzle fans and opponents alike with his spectacular six to 10 punch combinations.
Robinson's strategy was based on LaMotta's struggle to make the 160 pound weight limit. (Indeed, the night before the fight Jake was sitting in a steam room sweating off 41/2 extra pounds.) As LaMotta chased him around the ring, Ray, playing matador to the Bull, would punish him with sharp jabs and damaging counterpunches. The Harlem Dandy's footwork would be put to the test. And if he was gored, which was sure to happen, Robinson was not overly concerned as he had, along with his other attributes, one of the best chins in the business. When the time was right, and a tired LaMotta was ready to be taken, Robinson would open up with everything he had. The odds favored Robinson 3 1/2 to 1.
Although the fight followed the same basic pattern of their previous encounters, there were significant differences. Both men had aged and slowed up a bit, but whatever athleticism they had lost was more than made up for with experience and craft. But it was LaMotta who was the more shopworn of the two. The Bull was still a formidable foe, strong and determined, yet...something was missing. He was able to nail Robinson with his left hooks and jabs but was not getting under and inside in the way that he had in the past. He was a step slower and his punches did not fly as fast or as frequently as they once had. Unlike their previous fights, he seemed to be targeting Robinson's head more than his body, a change in strategy that could cost LaMotta if he failed to score a knockout and the bout entered the late rounds. Worse, LaMotta's fabled durability seemed lacking. By the sixth round he apeared to be growing tired.
Robinson sensed LaMotta's weakening condition. Like a matador preparing a bull for the final thrust, he landed brutal shots to the body, while waiting for the right moment when it would be safe to attempt the impossible and knock out Jake LaMotta.
But he had to be careful. Robinson knew Jake only too well not to be. He was reminded of this in the sixth round when LaMotta shook him up with a solid left hook to the jaw and bloodied his nose and mouth.
At the end of the tenth round, the fight was dead even. But LaMotta was near exhaustion. The effort to make the weight coupled with the grueling pace of the fight had taken too much out of him. With what little reserve he had left, he went for broke in the 11th round. For 30 seconds, he looked like the LaMotta of old as he rushed Robinson and pinned him against the ropes throwing punches from all angles in one last desperate attempt to end the fight. Robinson survived and by the end of the round had LaMotta in serious trouble as he raked him with combinations to both head and body.
The 12th round was hard to watch. It wasn't a competitive fight anymore. It was slaughter. LaMotta had absolutely nothing left except his fighting heart, grit, and the determination not to go down. He could barely keep his hands up much less throw a punch. Robinson was teeing off on his head doing everything within his power to bring LaMotta down. Uppercuts, right crosses, left hooks...double and triple left hooks! It was amazing, cruel, disgusting, yet awe inspiring all at the same time. What the hell was keeping LaMotta up? He could have easily taken a nine count, at least to interrupt the savagery, but no, he would not give Ray the satisfaction. The doctor visited Jake's corner before the start of the 13th round and allowed the fight to continue.
Jake was a human punching bag. For two minutes straight he was subjected to a horrific beating yet he still refused to go down! Two things were about to happen; either Jake would finally drop, or Robinson, who was becoming exhausted from hitting him, would collapse. Thankfully, mercifully, the referee stepped in between them as LaMotta lay helpless against the ropes, and finally stopped the thing at 2:04 of the 13th round.
So ended a fight that in lore and legend came to be known as boxing's "St. Valentine's Day Massacre."
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