Boxing great Basilio remembered
ROCHESTER Carmen Basilio, a genial onion farmer’s son who wrested the world middleweight boxing crown from Sugar Ray Robinson in 1957 and lost an equally epic, razor-edge rematch six months later, died Wednesday at age 85.
Edward Brophy, executive dir-ector of the Boxing Hall of Fame in Canastota, said Basilio died at a Rochester hospital where he was being treated for pneumonia.
Basilio lived in the Rochester suburb of Irondequoit and was among the first class of hall of fame inductees in 1990, a group that includes Robinson, Muhammad Ali, Rocky Marciano, Joe Louis and Jake LaMotta.
Basilio’s ferocious battles with the likes of Billy Graham and Kid Gavilan riveted a nation during the age of black-and-white television. Hindered on his ascent by a reluctance to deal with mobsters, he took the welterweight title from Tony DeMarco in 1955 and added the middleweight belt near the close of a 13-year career.
In his later years, Basilio still could conjure up dates of championship fights, the size of a purse, the name of a referee he loathed. But his mental agility had eroded, and his recollection of the round-by-round combat he waged in his climb to the top was mostly blank.
Basilio’s wife, Josie, traced his decline to heart-bypass surgery in 1992. An MRI scan revealed no brain damage from his prizefighting days, which Basilio acknowledged went on too long.
With his crouching style, the 5-foot-6 1⁄2 slugger bored relentlessly into opponents, wearing them down with body blows. He had a straight-up, knuckle-rimmed uppercut all his own, a vicious hook and an ability to withstand terrible punishment. He rarely stepped backward.
“I gave them action; they loved to see action. I moved in on fighters all the time,” he told The Associated Press in 2007, still filled with delight at earning The Ring magazine’s “Fight of the Year” designation five years in a row.
The two savage, seesaw 15-rounders against Robinson formed the capstone of his fame. But in the early 1950s, Basilio endured a bitter wait for a breakthrough in a sport then dominated by organized crime.
Outside the ring, Basilio was well-spoken, a farmer’s son whose droll humor could light up a town. His paeans to family and church-going earned him a “people’s champion” tag. Above all, he loved winding people up.
The late trainer Angelo Dundee remembered a cold day in Chicago waiting for Basilio, the first of his 15 world champions, to finish a morning run when a cop drove up and threatened to book him for loitering. As he turned to go, Dundee realized Basilio was watching from the back of the patrol car and cracking up.
Basilio’s storybook journey began on an onion farm in Canastota as one of 10 children of Italian immigrants.
After a stint in the Marines, Bas-ilio turned pro in 1948. His early career was littered with setbacks: broken bones in his hand, mono-nucleosis, cuts to his craggy eyebrows. He took a factory job in Syracuse, adopted two nephews and, despite his fill of losses, told anyone who’d listen he would someday be No. 1.
Finally honing his physical prowess, he drew his first title shot in 1953 against Gavilan. He floored the Cuban great for the first time in his career, only to lose on a split decision. A rematch never came. Basilio ran into two years of gangland roadblocks.
The Fifties were a golden age for boxing when thrice-weekly “fight nights” helped sell TV sets. But it also was a dark diversion directed by mob bosses. Basilio said he refused to cooperate with them and, despite his growing supremacy as a welterweight, was repeatedly passed over.
Helped by a political outcry, his second chance finally arrived against the newly enthroned DeMarco in 1955 — and more than just childhood dreams were at stake. When he stopped DeMarco in the 12th round, Basilio knelt in his corner, repeating, “I did it! I did it! I did it!”
His real measure emerged in their next duel. A left hook from DeMarco almost lifted Basilio off his feet. He pirouetted, his legs buckled, but somehow he stayed up. He KO’d DeMarco in the 12th.
Basilio stepped up to the 160-pound middleweight class against Robinson on Sept. 23, 1957.
In the 11th round, Basilio clobbered Robinson with 34 straight punches, pinning him against the ropes. “I don’t know what kept Robinson up because Carmen nailed him some real good shots,” Dundee said.
Robinson rallied in the 12th, but was hanging on at the end, and Basilio won on a 2-1 vote by the judges. Only one other modern-era welterweight champ had ever hoisted the middleweight belt — Robinson in 1951.
In the rematch in March 1958, Robinson regained the title on another razor-edge decision.
Robinson’s refusal to fight a third time undermined Basilio’s drive, and his career (56-16-7 with 27 knockouts) petered out in 1961 after three unsuccessful title shots against Gene Fullmer and Paul Pendor.
He moved on to teach physical education at Le Moyne College for 21 years and marketed beer for Rochester’s Genesee Brewing Co. His gift as a raconteur won him legions of new fans at charity banquets, and even old foes came to revere him.
When DeMarco’s son died in a car crash in 1975, Basilio showed up for the funeral in Boston. “You don’t forget things like that,” DeMarco said in 2007.
Their first bout, considered by many one of the century’s finest, “made us closer,” DeMarco said. “I lost my championship, and the guy I lost to happens to be not only a great fighter but a great human being.”