Galento, who claimed to be 5’9 (177 cm) tall, liked to weigh in at about 235 lb (107 kg) for his matches. He achieved this level of fitness by eating whatever, whenever he wanted. A typical meal for Galento consisted of six chickens, a side of spaghetti, all washed down with a half gallon of red wine, or beer, or both at one sitting. When he did go to training camp, he foiled his trainer’s attempts to modify his diet, and terrorized his sparring partners by eating their meals in addition to his.
He was reputed to train on beer, and allegedly ate 52 hot dogs on a bet before facing heavyweight Arthur DeKuh. Galento was supposedly so bloated before the fight that the waist line of his trunks had to be slit for him to fit into them. Galento claimed that he was sluggish from the effects of eating all those hot dogs, and that he could not move for three rounds. Nevertheless, Galento knocked out the 6’3″ (192 cm) DeKuh with one punch, a left hook, in the fourth round.
I’m really regretting that I chose white for the early boxing trunks for obvious reasons. It is a beautiful painting, though, of a great boxer. Should I change the color for the card, when it is made? Charles
Late Friday afternoon I received an unexpected call from an eleven year old Detroit boy. His father was Darnell “Hard” Knox, a heavy-hitting boxer well known to those of us who followed boxing in the 1980’s. I mean, Darnell was really good. At 6’1″, about 155 pounds and hitting southpaw, he was always a knockout threat. Darnell’s career was eventually handled by Detroit legend Emanuel Steward. In late October of 1987 Steward set up a fight at the Las Vegas Hilton with Michael Nunn for the NABF Middleweight Title. It may have been one step too far, for Nunn not only stopped Darnell but busted his nose quite badly. Knox, then just 26 years old, never fought again. His lifetime record was 26-2 with 20 knockouts.
When I was putting together the first series of Helmar’s Famous Athletes series back in 2003, I just knew that I wanted to include a card of Darnell. I tried finding him without success but decided to include the card anyway. I thought that he would like it if he ever came across it. After the cards were printed and distributed in our potato chips, I tried to find him once more–this time to see if he would autograph one for me. Again, no luck.
The story would have stopped there if I hadn’t received that wonderful call from his young son. It seems that Darnell passed away in 2004 from a brain tumor. His son, now eleven, has been doing Internet searches on his father and came across a picture of the card that we’d made. He’s such a delightful young man! I’m going to mail him a few cards plus a large, framed print of the artwork.