Oy Vay are you going to hear it today… I have to laugh, I got off the phone yesterday with “Bad” Brad and he informed me it snowed in Oklahoma. I informed him back, that it was 80 degrees here and I was in my shorts, sipping a cold iced tea on my balcony overlooking Key Biscayne while I worked on my column. Sorry, Oklahoma RSR readers, but I wish sunshine on you from Miami Beach. Let me finish this column because Sadie is in a breaking bagels mood since she lost playing poker with the old yentas in her club! Oy to the triple Vay folks…
Floyd Mayweather, JR… “Bad” Brad took a viewers question on his last show of 2015 that asked him what his thoughts were on a ring return in 2016 by Floyd Mayweather, JR? BB said, “I think he is going to come back.” I have to agree with him that I think he is coming back. He will take a low risk fight, but TMT will sell it to the public as high risk like they did the Andre Berto fight. Floyd wants that 50 on his professional record, you can ensure yourself of that fight fans!
Sergey Kovalev – Jean Pascal II… Am I the only one that can’t figure out why in the hell they are fighting again when most of the fight, Kovalev kicked Pascal’s tukus! This time around, it goes even a shorter distance! Kovalev in four!
Gene Fullmer… I met him through Al and let me tell, though he was very reserved. He was a true gentleman who had a funny, but dry sense of humor. Gene really respected the fight game and took no shit off of anyone. RIP Gene.
Tony Curtis… One of my tribe he was! Born Bernard Schwartz in the Bronx. He rose to the top of the Hollywood elite and everytime I was around him, he was a real gem to me. I really miss guys like him. Men wanted to be him, and women wanted to be with him and I saw many leave out with him for sure.
Here are my top five Tony Curtis movies…
4. The Defiant Ones
2. Sweet Smell of Success
My Pal Al (“Bad” Brad’s Father)…. Every year for many, Al, Sadie and I brought in the New Year either at his place or ours. 1998 would be our last year to do that with him passing in July of that year. When the ball would drop in Times Square, Al would sing along to Frank doing New York New York and we would laugh for hours reminiscing about years gone by. Those memories will always endure, but my heart yearns for my Pal Al. I know with me in the twilight of my years, I will be with Al in the not so distance future and Heaven better look out. Hey Al, tell our buddy Francis Albert to leave my name on the list for the 8:00 PM show with The Rat Pack.