Frank "kiki" Baltazar
On Monday, October 25, 1976, Frankie and I were working at a Ford dealership
(paint shop) in Alhambra, Ca. That morning I told Frankie that on our lunch
hour I was going to go see Don Chargin at the Olympic Auditorium to see if I
could set up a six-round fight for him for that coming Thursday night.
"We'll find somebody for him to fight, so don't worry Harry," I heard Don say. As I walked in I could see that Harry looked like he was about to start crying, but he smiled a big smile when he saw me walk in.
"Is your boy ready to fight?" Harry asked me.
"Yes, that's why I'm here, to see if I can get Frankie a six-round fight," I answered.
"How about Thursday night in the main event?" Harry asked.
"Against who?" I countered.
"C'mon Harry. Cruz has had 12 fights with 8 KO's, Frankie only has five fights. By the way, what happened to Castillo?"
"Castillo got sick, so they say. I think they are afraid to fight my new
champ," said Harry.
"I don't know, Don. Like I said, Frankie only has only had five fights, and
he has never gone more than seven rounds. This would be a ten-round fight
against a guy with 12 wins, 8 by knockout. I don't want to put Frankie in
over his head," I said to Chargin. Harry again jumped in and said they would
pay us more than they first offered. After going around for about an hour
and seeing the offer go up a few more times and being told not to worry
about the weight, I accepted the fight.
"You are fighting Chango Cruz, mijo," I said.
"But Pops! Cruz has 12 wins and 8 by knockout. I only have five fights. What happened to Castillo?"
"Castillo got sick, mijo. Now go home, I'll see you at the gym," I told him.