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Sunday, July 26, 2009
Third Boxing Champ in Month Dies Violently
The third former world boxing champion — in less than a month — has died violently.
Saturday night, Vernon Forrest — a three-time champion, former Olympian, regular church-goer and a guy who dedicated much of his life to the betterment of people with mental challenges, especially children — was murdered during an attempted robbery in Atlanta.
Two weeks earlier, 37-year-old Arturo Gatti, a two-time world champion best known for his bruising trilogy with Irish Mickey Ward — was found murdered in a hotel in Ipojuca, Pernambuco, Brazil.
His widow — who could not explain how she spent more than ten hours in the hotel room without realizing Gatti was dead — has been jailed after the strap of her purse was found stained with blood.
On July 1, 57-year-old Alexis Arguello — a three time champion and the current mayor of Managua, Nicaragua — allegedly committed suicide at his home.
Arguello was my long-time friend.
I barely knew Gatti, but I was familiar with Forrest. I first saw him fight at the the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona. I covered his second welterweight title fight with Sugar Shane Mosley in Indianapolis in July of 2002 and my wife and I were there six months later for his first professional loss, a third-round KO by beer-drinking, cigar-smoking WBA welterweight champ Ricardo Mayorga in Temecula, California.
As an amateur, Forrest had a 225-16 record. He was 41-3 as a pro. In May, he had been forced to give up his junior middleweight title when an injury kept him from making his mandatory title defense.
In the days before his fight in Indianapolis — and immediately after it — I spent some time around Forrest and liked many of the things for which he stood.
Back then, Forrest not only ran, but helped finance a group home for mentally challenged people in Atlanta. He called it Destiny’s Child. For that Mosley bout, he had charted a bus for nine folks — ages 17 to 68 — who lived in the home so they and some staffers could come to Indianapolis and take part in his big night. He said he had done it as much for himself as for them. He said he drew inspiration from the way they tackled their struggles.
“He was a caring humanitarian who always stood up for what he believed to be the fairness of life — it was truly his calling,” said Kelly Swanson, his longtime publicist. “When he wasn’t boxing, it was his full-time job….He loved the (challenged) children When they would see him, they would just light up, and some of them couldn’t even talk. Vernon was very much involved. He’d have some of the kids over to his house on Sundays. They were part of his family.”
According to reports out of Atlanta Saturday night, the 38-year-old Forrest — with his 11-year-old godson in the car with him — pulled his Jaguar into a gas station in the Mechanicsville section of Southwest Atlanta about 11 p.m.
As the boy went in to use the restroom, Forrest began putting air in the tires when two men are said to have approached. Initial reports were that they attempted a car jacking, but Forrest’s manager, Charles Watson told reporters that one of them came up to the boxer asking for money. When Forrest pulled out his wallet, one guy pulled a gun, grabbed the wallet and started running.
Forrest gave chase. The guy and his accomplice had semi-automatic weapons. There are reports Forrest also had a gun.
“The guy turned the corner and Vernon didn’t see him,” Watson said. “He turned around to go back to the car. That’s when the they started firing at Vernon.’
According to Atlanta TV reporter Ashley Hayes, Forrest was shot eight times.
When I heard about him taking after the alleged thugs, it reminded me of another street incident I witnessed when I walked with him back to his room at the Marriott Hotel after he defeated Mosley in Indianapolis. It was past midnight and he wanted to visit briefly with family and friends and then go to bed. He had an early-morning flight because he wanted to make Sunday services at his Atlanta church.
As we walked along, he came upon another scene involving drawn weapons.
Here’s how I wrote it up:
They had their guns drawn and stuck in the rolled-down windows of a white SUV.
“What did you put behind the seat?” a tense cop yelled at one of the four guys in the SUV.
“Don’t move!” screamed another cop on the other side of the vehicle. “I said, do not move!”
It was just past midnight Saturday when welterweight champ Vernon Forrest came walking up on this volatile scene at the corner of Georgia St. and Capitol Ave. in downtown Indianapolis. With a few friends, he was quietly making his way through the tens of thousands of people who clogged the city’s sidewalks and streets for the Indiana Black Expo Summer Celebration.
As one of the cops shined a flashlight on one of the SUV’s backseat passengers, another armed policeman again yelled a warning: “Don’t f—-ing move!”
Passing just a few feet from the stand-off, Forrest said in a voice loud enough only for his companions to hear: “Anybody got a video cam?”
With that, he kept walking. He wanted no part of this nasty confrontation.
I wish it had been the same Saturday night.
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He played baseball for Centerville High and Sinclair Community College, but his fantasy of one day going to pro ball soon fizzled.
“That’s all I wanted to do, but I soon realized I just wasn’t good enough,” Doug Watson said with a shrug. “And then I wasn’t sure what I’d do next.”
He went on to college in Chicago — got a degree in finance — but then ended up back here in Dayton, selling lawn chemicals and “hating it.”
“Back then, nothing seemed to stick for him,” his long time friend Kevin Lavoie said with a knowing smile.
And when Watson showed up at the Arlington Park barn of veteran horseman Clint Goodrich in 1986 — only to be told there were no jobs available — he offered to work for nothing, a proposition that drew a double take… and quick acceptance.
Three months of him mucking stalls, washing buckets and cleaning up the barns for free, his family and friends were figuring this was just another false start.
But people find their calling on their own timetable and sometimes in the most unexpected of places.
And in a twist of that old axiom, Doug Watson has proved — in his case — life is not a marathon, it’s a sprint. More specifically, a horse race.
Talk about something sticking — for the past 16 years Watson has lived in Dubai, where he is now the head trainer at Red Stables, one of the leading thoroughbred and Arabian horse operations in the Middle East.
At present he and the some 75 people who work under his direction in a sort of we-are-the-world alliance — the riders are from Australia, South Africa and England, an assistant is from Ireland, foremen are from Belize, India and England, grooms from Pakistan and India — have nearly 130 horses in their stable.
Many are owned by Sheikh Hamdan Rashid Al Maktoum, part of the ruling family of Dubai, the Finance Minister of the Persian Gulf emirate and a man deeply involved in horse racing.
In the six years he’s headed Red Stable, Watson has been named Dubai’s top trainer three times and finished as runner up the other three. In the process he’s become part of the fabric of a place that embraces sports of all kinds — be it the PGA’s Dubai Desert Classic, the Dubai Tennis Championships or the $6 million-to-the-winner Dubai World Cup, the richest horse race on the planet — in a big and quite spectacular way.
“I’m just so proud of him,” said Lavoie. “How many people can say this? He gets up early every morning, loves what he does and has had great success. And he’s done it far from home.”
Speaking of home, Watson was back in the Miami Valley for a couple of whirlwind days last week. He stayed with Kevin’s brother Dennis, made sure he had at least one pie at Flying Pizza and ate at Elsa’s. He missed out on night at the Fraze with Merle Haggard, who cancelled due to illness, but he did sit down for a couple of hours at a Kettering restaurant and share some stories
“Every time he visits,” Lavoie smiled, “I just love to catch up on his exploits.”
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NEEDING AN ATLAS AND A PASSPORT
Back when he was searching for a path to follow, Watson called George Smith, the dad of his friend Kep, and a well-established Miami Valley horseman.
He had gone to the races with the Smiths and said he had seen George’s “passion for the game.” He wanted to follow suit and Smith encouraged him to do so.
But after three months of gratis grunt work and then a $100-a-week job as a groom, Watson was “struggling.”
He ended up living on the track at Gulfstream Park in South Florida and finally returned to River Downs and Turfway Park.
“That’s when (trainer) Susan Anderson came back from Dubai and asked me if I wanted to work over there,” he said with a smile. “I told her, ‘Sure, I’ll try it for a year.’”
Then he went to an atlas and tried to find Dubai on the map. And since he’d only been out of the United States once — to Canada as a kid — he needed a passport, too.
“About 27 hours after I left Chicago I got to Dubai,” he recalled. “Back then you took a stairs off the plane and walked to a bus that got you to the terminal. It was 1 a.m., but I felt this instant heat. I thought it was the heat off the plane’s engine. But it was the outside temperature. The winters are fantastic — 80 to 85 during the day, no humidity — but this was summer in the desert and it was hot.”
For three years, he was a foreman for trainer Satish Seemar, then joined fellow American trainer Kiaran McLaughlin, who ran Red Stables and also trained part of the year in the U.S.
Watson worked as an assistant for seven years and eventually began running the operation in the off months when McLaughlin went back to America to race.
When McLaughlin moved to the U.S. for good, Watson replaced him at Red Stables and began to build his own reputation.
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A PEARL FROM THE MIAMI VALLEY
Several times when he’s come back home. — whether it’s to see his dad in suburban Chicago or friends back here — Watson said he’s been asked: “You sure you’re okay over there? Is it safe?”
He shook his head and smiled: “It’s the safest place in the world. It’s a tourist destination for a lot of Europeans and it’s actually pretty amazing what’s going on there.”
Although it is a Muslim country and there are some strict rules of behavior — “the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue comes with shorts or dresses or something drawn on by the censors,” Lavoie offered — Watson said “you can go the the latest in malls, hotels and restaurants and you wouldn’t notice any difference from here.”
Well, actually you would.
One of the seven emirates of the United Arab Emirates, Dubai — with a population of 2.7 million — markets itself with real estate and tourism, while an emirate like Abu Dhabi banks on its oil.
And so Dubai has Burj Dubai, the world’s tallest skyscraper which rises a half-mile into the sky. It has the world’s biggest mall and the largest man-made harbor and the world’s most expensive hotel, the Burj Al Arab. where a room’s over-the-top opulence can cost from $1,000 to $28,000 a night.
There’s a man-made archipelago of 300 islands — called The World — just off the coast where people like Vijay Singh, Rod Stewart, David Beckham and Formula One champ Michael Schumacher are getting their own private fiefdoms.
And, there are the sporting spectacles like the Dubai Cup, which is accompanied by six other races that day where the international field of horses run for another $15 million.
In Dubai itself, there is no gambling though patrons can play a pick-six card. It doesn’t cost anything and the payout is from sponsors or the coffers of the royal family.
Horses aren’t allowed to race on drugs like lasix there and the tracks — turf or mixes of sand and oil — have been far safer than their American counterparts.
While he’s won several big races in the annual Carnival that leads up to the Dubai Cup, he has not won the big race — yet.
But these days, no one doubts Doug Watson, especially not in Dubai where his future seems promising and he has a link — with another twist — to the past.
A century ago, Dubai was known as one of the world’s foremost exporters of pearls. World War I and the Great Depression changed that, but now some of the treasure seems to have returned.
This time though, rather than exporting pearls, Dubai seems to have imported one right from here.
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