April at Wildcard was lively. The usual mixture of pros and amateurs share the facility while Freddie looks on. Constant flows of visitors, friends, and curious on-lookers stream by throughout the day. Many people come for Freddie Roach, the (in)famous hall of fame boxing trainer coach. His light-hearted good nature never turns down a chance for some good jokes brought by good companies. His soft spoken voice, inhibited by his slight Parkinson’s becomes unnoticeable after just a few minutes of talking to him. Even when I find him hard to understand at times, his openness to answer my various random questions had me adoring him, (although with a constant “WATCH IT FREDDIE”s), ranking him into one of my favorite people of all time.
I found anything Freddie or Wildcard related I may link to, are from what I found online. Freddie, brushing it all off, saying he doesn’t even know who made any of that. The only times he hears or see things from the internet were from people telling him or bringing him print outs. Dominantly were these outlandish rumors, mixing with open call practical jokes – on his expense, he just laughs at all of it. It seems that he find all this amusing, and probably even enjoys the attention. He shared some of the stories about De Lahoya’s strange diet he’s supposedly subjected him to, and unrelated open dating calls on his behalf. Himself – being horrified by his own spelling skills, barely just bought a personal computer last month. I pressed him for his email address, (since it’s my preference of communication), he conditioned the releasing of his email address – onlyif I would send him my nude pictures.
This mixture of March/April Saturdays at Wildcard I continue to watch Roger “Speedy” Gonzalez, one of Freddie’s trainees. With specific instructions, a handler that makes sure all the training are customized and balanced. “I’m not a baby sitter”, Freddie answered sharply to me with a chuckle, when I asked him of how close does he watch his boxers. Silly me.