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He lost to Harold Johnson and to Nino Valdez.
That win to Valdez catapulted him...
into the national statistics spotlight also.
Charles, 32 years old, Satterfield, 30.
Here's round two.
189 for Charles, 180 for Satterfield.
Charles is in the white trunks.
A writer, like a boxer, must stand alone.
Satterfield has surprised all tonight with his right.
Having your words published, like entering a ring...
puts your talent on display.
And there's nowhere to hide.
The truth is revealed.
And sometimes, the results can be disastrous.
And Satterfield is down!
Three, four, five, six, seven-
He's not gonna get up. Eight, nine- And it's all over. Wow!
Ezzard Charles-
Oh!
One, two, three-
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Box!
One, two, three, four...
- five, six- - Over!
- Whoo! - seven, eight, nine, 10.
It's over!
Yo, Erik, was that a left or a right there?
Erik?
There he is, just like I told you.
Come on, guys. Give it a rest.
- Come on. We're just messin' around. - Leave the poor guy alone.
Hey, Champ!
What's up? How you doin', Champ?
Oh, you know, about 60%. Tryin' to get a bite.
I told my friends you were the Champ.
Yeah, that's right.
I told 'em I kicked the shit out of you.
Kicked the shit right out of me. Sure did.
- He ain't no champ, Kenny. - Yeah, I am!
Battlin' Bob Satterfield. Number three in the world.
- Show 'em your moves. - Oh, no, I'm shoppin'.
You can shop later.
Come on, Champ!
- Come on. - Hey, let's go, Champ!
Come on. Show us your punch.
Let's have some fun!
- Wanna see some moves, huh? - Yeah, show us what you got.
Show us your punch.
- Wanna see my punch? - Yeah.
What is your problem, old man? Shut up.
Dude, is that how you broke that guy's nose?
Yeah, yeah. Boom! Made the Rock bleed. Yeah, that's right.
Come on, get up, Champ.
- Come on, Champ! - I don't want to fight anymore, okay?
- Get up, Champ! - No. I'm done fightin'.
Come on, Champ. One more round.
Come on. Get up, Champ.
- Put your hands up. - No.
- Put 'em up! - Fight back, Champ!
Do it, man!
Kenny, the old man's beatin'you!
- Grab him! - No, no, wait! No, no!
I'm sorry! I- I didn't mean it, okay?
Right to the midsection!
Are you asleep?
I'm sorry. I, um- what time is it?
All right. I'll see you tomorrow.
Go back to sleep. All right, sweetie. Bye.
Hey.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Just some assholes having fun.
Do it again!
Hey!
- Yeah! New champ now. - Hey! What the hell?
I just beat the champion of the world!
And he's down for the count!
- You guys are such assholes. - Get in the back! Come on!
Yeah! Hell, yeah!
Hey. Hey-
Old man, are you- Are you okay?
Boys just havin' fun. You know, it's fun to beat the Champ.
Well, you sh-
Yeah, you should, uh- You should get home.
No, I am home.
You- You say you're the Champ? What are you talking about?
Yeah, yeah. Battlin' Bob Satterfield.
Hey.
How 'bout, uh- Can I give you this?
Oh, yeah. Thanks.
You done helped the Champ when he was down and halfway out.
I won't forget this.
- You sure you're okay? - Yeah, man.
I'm about 30% right now, but I'll be okay.
Okay, well, you take care of yourself, all right?
Yeah. You too.
- John, how are you doing? - Erik.
Denver Times.
All right, well, there's some weirdness...
with the smoking ordinance at the casinos.
Um, just some of the employees there-
I'm sorry. That may be a good opportunity for an editorial.
The Indian gaming laws and the responsibilities and so on.
And while we're on the subject, Ralph, you know, if you don't mind...
I was thinking that maybe we could, um, assign one of my guys maybe...
to do something about the NFL draft, the politics involved and-
No, that's good. I like that. Then, um-
And then my sports guys can do an editorial on global warming.
- Oh, Come on. This is serious. - No, I mean it.
Guys, guys. You're up, Jo.
Well, the mayor's coming out in favor of the, um, convention coming here.
So, um- So there's gonna be a press conference later.
Well, that's that. Lunch is on me at Duffy's.
Anyone that can bring me a completed crossword.
Awesome! Love Duffy's.
Are we sending anybody down to training camp?
I have a budget for a stringer, I guess.
Well, I think it might be nice to do a draft follow-up.
Yeah, sure.
Good.
Hey, boss. We got a little buried today, huh?
- What are you talking about? - The Jermaine fight I covered.
- It was a good fight. - Oh, yeah. I buried it, right.
- Why? - Something's got to get buried.
Well, that's what high school wrestling is for, right?
I mean, it's a solid story. Not a fact missing.
You had copy 40 minutes after the fight.
Yeah, you're like a machine. All the style of one too.
- Wait a minute, Ralph. - Do you mind sitting?
Now, listen. I appreciate what you're doing, filling my pages.
And I don't want you to stop.
Hey, Ralph? Sorry for interrupting.
Do you want me to e-mail you those quotes?
Yeah, yeah, right. But your copy, it's unimpressive.
A lot of typing, not much writing.
- Well, Sam Kirby liked- - He doesn't work here anymore.
The truth is... I forget your pieces while I'm reading them.
Now, if this is the best you can do, I'm not gonna complain.
But I know you can do a lot better.
- Why is that, Ralph? - Because of your name.
- Thanks for the talk. - Oh, look, Come on.
Look. Don't get like a chick on me, all right? Be a man.
Recognize your weaknesses and fix 'em.
Slow down a bit, you know? Think quality.
I got it. Got an appointment.
We write it like this.
What the lawsuit is calling for is an order to force the E.P. A...
to reassign its approval over the water standards...
for the rivers affected by the development.
Mm-hmm. Wyoming and Montana are going to join as interveners.
Okay.
- Hey, was that you calling last night? - Yeah, yeah, it was.
Sorry about that.
Hey, did you read the article- Jermaine fight?
Yeah. It was good.
- It was, wasn't it? - Very solid.
Yeah, solid. Exactly. Metz hated it. Of course.
What didn't he like?
What does Metz-
What does Metz ever like? I don't know. He wasn't specific.
You know, he's never going to let me write...
on the Broncos or the Nuggets.
Well, maybe Metz will come around.
It doesn't really matter because, um, I'm having lunch with Whitley.
Today.
I might have a shot at the magazine.
- That's great. - Yeah, it is.
- That is great. - Nothing certain yet,
but it seems pretty positive.
- That's fantastic. - Yep.
Does Metz know?
Are you serious? What are you on?
No, Metz doesn't know.
Hey, I was wondering if I could shoot some hoops with Teddy this afternoon.
You know, Teddy's only gonna get used to this...
if we stick on the schedule that we agreed on.
We're separated, okay?
It's easy for you to say. You haven't had your son cleaved from you.
All right, all right. A little overdramatic. Sorry.
Sorry, I'm just-
Ball's in the play box in the garage.
Thank you. Thank you.
- Talk to Metz. - Sure.
So, um, listen, I was, uh- I was sorry to hear about your old man.
Mmm. Thank you.
It was cancer, right?
Yeah. Uh, here.
Hmm. Of all places.
- Ironic, right? - Yeah. We got the iced teas coming?
- Mm-hmm, sure. - Thank you.
Look, we've read your stuff, Fred Roselle and I.
And I'm sorry to say, it's just not there.
Not yet anyway.
The consensus was that it lacked personality.
Exactly.
I mean, Bing, last year, under Kirby, I had 192 bylines.
That's the most of any reporter in the history of the newspaper.
You say my stuff is thin? Of course it is.
A lot of typing, no writing. I don't have time.
And this year, I have a new editor. So I keep an open mind.
And guess what? He's working me even harder than Kirby was.
- I mean, he thinks I'm a machine.
Anytime I bring in a story with just an ounce of heart, Metz spikes it.
I mean, this is stuff that I think that...
the magazine should have- magazine deserves.
- Okay, give me an example. - Well-
- Is that the mango? - Yeah.
- It's not the peach? - No, it's the mango.
Sorry. I'm sorry. Give me an example.
I mean, there's- I have so many. But sometimes I feel blocked.
- I'm not very good at this. - No, no, no. Just anything.
Just give me an example.
Um, crossroads. Uh, Elway.
You know, what does he do now at this point in his life?
- Maybe he runs for governor. - I get that one proposed and rejected
twice a week.
People don't want to hear about their heroes aging.
Okay, okay. Well, then what about Coors Field?
- The worst place to pitch- - The worst place to pitch in America.
Uh, strikin' out.
Um-
Well, there's this boxer. An ex-heavyweight contender.
He's, uh, living on the streets of Denver.
- He's living in the trash. - Yeah?
Yeah. And, you know, he kind of patrols...
the neighborhood. He calls himself the Champ.
He's a- He's a lovely guy.
And the story, it's beautiful. It's touching.
But I tell Metz about it, and he says, "Forget about it.
It's a dry hole. Go cover the Jermaine fight."
What's his name, the, uh- the boxer?
Satterfield.
Bob Satterfield?
- Yeah. Bob. - Wow.
Are you sure? My dad used to idolize that guy.
I thought he was dead.
- He- No, he's dead. - That's what everybody thinks.
And that's why I think that this story is such a great story.
I want to call it "Resurrecting the Champ."
- And he's here in Denver? - Yeah.
- Bob Satterfield? - I saw him yesterday.
What are your plans for this?
Well, I thought maybe I'd take my time.
You know, really work well on it, work hard. Think quality.
And see if I can get Metz to come around.
Well, if, uh-
If you can't bring him around, I'd be glad to take a look at it.
Well, that'd be great. That'd be terrific.
When he won in California, it was already too late.
Mondale had already had enough delegates.
Um, no, I think so.
Uh, November 30-
I don't have an exact date. I can find one.
- Hey. - One second. Okay.
No, I'll get it for you and I'll- Okay. Bye.
- Hey. - Hey. How's it goin'?
- Great. - Can you keep a secret, Molly?
- Can you? - Sure.
My name's not Molly.
Yes, that's true. 'Cause it's Millie, right?
- Polly. - Polly.
Close. Yeah. What can I do for you?
Uh, well, I'm doing a story on a heavyweight fighter...
from the 1950s named Bob Satterfield.
But, um, nobody can know about it.
You're moonlighting. It's none of Metz's business.
- You got it. - Yeah.
What do you need?
Well, um, there wasn't much on him on the Internet.
So I guess you're gonna have to go old school on this one.
I kind of need everything you can find on him.
From our library, New York Times, L.A. Times, Ring magazine, of course.
If you can find out if there's a Boxing Hall of Fame, that'd be great.
Anybody he may have fought. Uh, trainers, anything.
Shouldn't you write this down or something?
Plausible deniability.
I've got to take that.
I will get the information and bring it to your cubicle.
Okay.
Let's go. Drive it in. Take it into the hoop.
I'm a big ol' slow guy. You can't take it...
inside on me. You can't do it!
- Foul! - Foul?
Okay. Take some free throws then.
Aim for my hand, all right? Front of the rim, my hand.
Get it up there.
You gotta roll it off the ends of your fingers, okay?
- I suck. - You don't suck.
You think Shaq was hittin' baskets when he was your age?
- Yeah. - Well, he wasn't.
He told me so himself.
He said that he was a big ol' spaz when he was your age.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
But he told me that in confidence, buddy.
So you can't tell anybody, okay?
- Dad? - Yes?
Have you called up John Elway yet and asked if he's playing next year?
You know, we keep missing each other, buddy.
I hope he comes back. The Broncos need him.
You know, I told him that you said that. And he said he'd consider it.
- Really? - Really.
So if he comes back, you're partially responsible.
Are you gonna stay for dinner tonight? Mom's making spaghetti and meatballs.
Would you like me to?
Hi, sweetie. Hey, Erik.
So, Teddy was just inviting me to stay for spaghetti and meatballs.
What do you think?
- How'd it go with Whitley today? - We'll talk about it later.
Are you gonna make more money at the magazine?
Mmm, no. But that's not really the point, buddy.
It's about the prestige.
And I'd probably have to write maybe 15 articles a year. Maybe.
- That's a lot of stories. - Actually, it's not.
It's only about one every three and a half weeks.
That means I can really concentrate on them,
make them good.
Then maybe I can become as respected as your mom.
It could be like a ticket to the big time kind of thing.
Los Angeles Times, New York Times.
Like the story on the boxer that you pitched to Whitley?
Exactly.
In fact, I better get back to the alley, see if he's still sleeping there.
There's a man sleeping in the alley?
Yeah, buddy. Some people do that. They don't have a home.
Or friends or family. They gotta sleep in the alley.
This sounds like it's gonna be a very sad story.
No, buddy. It's gonna be a hopeful story.
Don't worry.
Who's coming to Career Day, you or Mom?
Well, I'm sure your friends would rather hear about...
your dad's work as a sportswriter...
than my conversations...
with Herb... Milton.
He's the city mass transit accountant.
That was awesome. I'm gonna go find Satterfield.
Your mom and I will talk about who's coming to Career Day. Okay, buddy?
I love you. See you, buddy.
- Bye, Daddy. - Bye.
Good evening, all you boys and some girls.
This is Erik "The Wow Man"Kernan.
And, wow, was there a fight tonight!
In the hot, stale air of Las Vegas, it was a three-round affair...
that carried the weight of war and sin on its head and shoulders.
There was a winner. That's for sure.
Jesus Christ!
You're Champ, right? Your last name is Satterfield?
Yeah. Battlin' Bob Satterfield, number three in the world.
Right. Okay.
- You told me that last night. - Last night.
Yeah, you- Those, um, kids came in here, and they were-
Oh, yeah, yeah! Yeah.
You done helped Champ when he was down and halfway out.
Yeah. I'm Erik Kernan of The Denver Times.
I was wondering if I could buy you a cup of coffee.
I don't drink coffee. I used to. But not no more.
Uh, how about a cold beer?
Yeah, I indulge in a beer every now and then.
I think people would love your story.
I mean, you were- You were almost champion of the world.
Ah, that was a long time ago.
You fought LaMotta. You fought Patterson.
You heard a whole stadium of people stand up and call out your name.
- You remember that? - Sure. Sure, I remember.
People would know you.
You could walk down the street, everybody would know your name.
So, what you gonna write about?
I'm gonna write what you tell me, your story.
Nah. Everybody already know my name. I'm Champ.
Well, just in case.
Kernan. Kernan, like that guy who used to...
be on the radio a long time ago.
- Yeah, he was my father. - You don't say.
I do, yeah.
Your father ruined Christmas for me one year.
He was on the radio talkin'all about how I was a disappointment.
Christmas Eve, 1953.
I went from up and coming to a has-been.
Nothin' in between.
Pissed me off, your daddy did.
Well, let me make it up to you.
I'll come back around, next day or two.
Maybe we can have another beer.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. All right. Yeah.
Hey! You know, I ain't gonna forget this.
You done helped the Champ when he was down and damn near out.
I'm trying to find something we can all listen to.
Well, I can put together a list, I guess.
There are a couple bands that are new, that are good. But they're not too loud.
Yeah. Not all that acid stuff.
No, I wouldn't do that to you, I promise.
- Yeah, what? - Boss. Hey. Miller's out with the flu.
Yeah, I know, it's going around. You oughta get a flu shot.
I did.
They're giving 'em out on the second floor.
Yeah, I did. I just was wondering if I could cover for him.
Trailblazers are in town, and he was supposed to cover the game.
- I'll just put together a list. - I need those quotes.
I need more quotes on the golf story.
Hey, Erik.
Uh, I was wondering if I could cover for him.
No, no. Duncan's got the Trailblazers game.
I thought Duncan was covering the bantamweight fight.
You're gonna take the fight, and he's got...
the Trailblazers. I promised him. I'm sorry.
Okay. Yeah. It's just that my kid...
I was gonna take him because he idolizes the Trailblazers.
They're his heroes.
I'm sorry. The Trailblazers, they're his- they're his heroes?
- Yeah. - Now I know you're full of shit.
- See you, Ralph. - You give it away like that.
No, really. I know now.
Boom! That's just the way it happened too.
I broke not the big bone in his nose, but the small one.
Damn.
You kicked some ass back in the day.
That's right. Bob Satterfield, number three in the world.
Yo, man, I gotta go though.
All right, youngblood. Take it easy, baby. All right.
- Hey, Champ. - Hey, hey!
You-You scared him off. He thought you was the police.
Well, I'm definitely not. You remember who I am?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're the guy helped the Champ when he...
was down and halfway out. You that reporter.
- I'm honored. How you feelin'? - Oh, you know, about 60%.
Have you thought at all about talkin' with me?
No, I ain't been thinkin' about nothin'. I'm savin' that till later.
What are you doin' now? Are you busy?
Corners.
So I'm sorry I brought you to a dog, Champ.
No, no, no. The white kid?
He's gonna knock the Spanish kid on his ass.
- Don't you mean the other way around? - Mm-mmm.
Kernan, who's your buddy?
- Tillman, Bob. Bob, Tillman. - How ya doin', Bob?
Oh, about 90% tonight.
Um, you got any more of those beers?
Sure. Have mine. Help yourself.
White boy's gonna knock the spicky kid out.
No way. Gomez is way too strong, man.
One, two, three, four...
five, six, seven, eight...
nine, 10!
This is over!
How did you see that coming, Champ? The knockout, I mean.
Oh, oh, well, I, um- I see the white boy, uh-uh-
- Durant. - Yeah. I see Durant, he was...
he was, like, takin' that ass-whoopin'.
- But-But then I seen his eyes. - What about his eyes?
Well, he, um- He figured out that the Spanish fella, he had a tell.
See? A tell. When he switched over from lefty back to righty.
See, I saw his eyes figure out that the spicky boy...
he cocked his head to the left before he made the switch.
He had that figured-out look in his eye.
- You saw that? - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I done seen it in my opponents' eyes way too many times.
Ah, don't nobody want to read about an old man like me.
Sure, they do. Most fight fans think you're dead, Champ.
I mean, wait till they hear what you've been through.
And that you're still around to tell about it?
They'll shit themselves.
You'll be a celebrity again.
Champ, I gotta tell ya.
I'm in real trouble where I work.
I'm just about down and out myself.
I'm havin'a real dry spell at the paper.
They're talkin' about firin' me.
Newspapers are being forced to cut bulk because of the Internet and all that.
Champ...
this article is my title shot.
All right, son. All right.
You ask the questions. I answer.
Thanks.
See, Rocky Marciano...
he's gettin'ready for that Jersey Joe Walcott fight.
And Rocky, well, he hired all the good sparring partners around.
And they paid us at that time, oh, what was it?
Oh, yeah, $50 apiece, I think.
- Come on, Rock! - It was on a Sunday.
We put on an exhibition at Grossinger's in New York.
Keep your arms up! Keep your arms up!
You're gonna take Jersey Joe down in the first round!
Oh, he was strong, I'm gonna tell ya.
Hit me on the glove, still knock me down.
But not out. See? I got up. Started fightin'harder.
And I kept hittin'him on the nose and hittin'him on the nose...
till his nose started bleeding.
And every time he come to hit with that overhand right...
I'd get back and shoot a short right up to him.
- And-And then his nose wouldn't stop. - You all right?
Everybody was all concerned and stuff, but, you know, Rocky was tough as hell.
He came back! But I had him.
He's goin'down, Rock. He's goin'down.
Whoo!
That's just the way it happened too.
Now, now, I broke not the big bone in his nose,
but the little bone. Busted it.
Now, I-I-I'm not one to give my opinion, all right?
But every time Rocky fought after that, his nose bled.
Defended the title six times, but always had trouble with that nose.
I'm thinkin' that's why he quit.
What about your father? He must have been proud.
No, no. He used to whoop me.
- Seriously? - Yeah, yeah.
Look-Look here, see?
- When did he do that? - Oh, I think I was... nine years old.
What? Your daddy never whoop you?
- No. - Mmm. Well, you're a lucky man.
Merry Christmas to all you boys and some girls.
This is Erik "The Wow Man"Kernan speaking of pugilism...
where tonight, wow...
the art of the sport was reduced to something less than that...
when one Thomas Kincaid entered the ring with one Bernard Summerville.
As I sat watching the battle from my humble perch...
beneath them, one thing became clear.
Mr. Kincaid is no longer worthy to carry the title of heir apparent...
in a world once inhabited by the greats, by the giants...
by the Dempseys, by the Walcotts, by the Lewises.
This is Erik "The Wow Man"Kernan.
And we'll be right back after these words.
Nice article.
- Yep. Thanks. - You're welcome.
Erik Kernan, Denver Times.
Hey, Ken, what's up?
Uh, I gotta call you back, all right? Just a second. See ya.
- Hey, Ralph. - Morning. Nice piece.
Yeah? Thanks.
Normally, I'd cut the whole reading of the eyes bit.
But I don't know. It smelled authentic.
I'm glad you liked it.
Aren't you glad you didn't go to that bullshit basketball game?
Yeah.
- Champ. - Hey!
- Weren't we supposed to meet? - Is that right?
Last night. We said we were gonna meet at the park about an hour ago?
W-Well, here we are.
That's our piece. Page one.
How about that? There's spicky boy on his ass.
How 'bout that?
Hey, uh-uh-uh- How 'bout I buy you lunch?
Yeah.
- Always this many people here, Champ? - Mm-hmm.
- Food always this good? - Oh, yeah, most times.
They do make a fish soup some days, but you don't want to touch that.
Aren't you afraid someone's gonna steal your cart?
No. We got this kind of homeless code of honor, you know?
It's all right. Nobody's gonna bother it.
You know what would be good for the story?
If I could look at some of the stuff in your cart,
see what you lug around every day.
I think it'd be really interesting for the article.
All right, we can do that...
as soon as you take me to your house...
and let me go through all your personal stuff.
Oh, you know, I listened to my father's tape.
Christmas, 1953.
- Mmm. - And he didn't mention you.
He didn't talk about you till about a week later.
Well, maybe I got Christmas and New Year's confused.
Is your daddy still alive?
No, he-Throat cancer.
Throat cancer. Wow. That's, um-That's, uh-
Ironic.
Irony is when something seems like it's going a certain way, and then-
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I know- I know what irony is, kid.
You know, I-I've had a lot of experience with irony.
Sorry.
So, you have much formal education?
No, no. Didn't have much schooling. I was always boxing.
I never dreamed, though, I'd be heavyweight champ.
But I always thought that if I got that shot,
I would like to think that-
that if I got that shot, that I would win it.
Get that respect.
But you didn't get the chance.
No. No, no. Never did.
I had this fight with Ezzard Charles. He was makin' a comeback.
If-If I beat him, then I could go from number three to number one.
Then I could get that title. Get a shot at that belt.
But he caught me and somehow knocked me flat on my back.
Out cold.
That was a- How you say? It was a-
That was a big humiliation for me.
I had a couple more fights after that. But I was only about 30%.
Wasn't no need in me carryin' on.
I moved to Sioux City, see? Up and left my family.
On account of the humiliation?
Yeah, yeah, exactly right.
I worked in the horse stables, uh-
One of the owners, he-he-he found out who I was, and he had this idea, see?
I told you before. You can't be standing still.
You can't fight his fight! You have to fight your own fight!
He boxed me in the West and the-and-and-and the Midwest...
where nobody knew nothin' about boxing.
Wasn't no real competition.
These were, how you say, uh-uh-uh, non-sanctioned.
But, hell, I could be a winner.
So, I fought and fought. Must've been, like, every other week.
Knocked all of'em out.
And in this corner, weighing a lean, mean 185 pounds...
from Chicago, Illinois, Battlin' Bob Satterfield!
But maybe I-I-l- How-How you say-
Boxed-Boxed too much.
One day I was just plain exhausted and beat to shit.
Some huge boy knocked me down hard.
- Knocked me in the eye.
And messed up my vision real bad.
Then I-I-I-I-I just- I just couldn't fight no more after that.
And that-That son of a bitch owner, he kept all the money.
He said, uh, I had messed up the merchandise.
So, then I hitched my way down here.
I remember fighting out here once.
Air was clean.
Been out here for, ooh, 40-somethin' years.
Jesus Christ.
This is all I could find on your guy.
I'll keep looking, but there's not a lot out there.
- Thank you. - Sorry.
Did you find the contact information on Satterfield Jr.?
There are no listings in Ohio, where he's from.
But I'll try New York, and then Pennsylvania.
And we'll go from there.
- Thanks. - I did also find this.
What's that?
Did you get that press release from the mayor's office?
I'll call you back. Come right on in.
What's this?
That... is Battlin' Bob Satterfield. Fightin'Joe Blow.
Joe Blow. You don't know who he's fighting?
I'm questioning those investigative skills there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We got this off a collector. It's the only one we could find.
Beautiful.
To be a reporter back then. Can you imagine?
You really are only as good as the athletes you cover.
Which one's Satterfield?
He's, uh, this one here.
- See the scar on his back? - Mm-hmm.
His dad gave him that when he was nine years old. Can you believe that?
Perfect. Perfect.
Champ, how's it goin', man?
Champ. What's up?
Jesus Christ, man, what happened to your eye?
Those kids do that?
- You probably need a drink, huh? - I need a drink bad.
These guys are gonna give you a drink if you sweep up?
Yeah. But they said the wind done already done it.
But sometime they change their mind.
Champ, I'm gonna get you a drink.
But then I gotta show you something, okay?
It's gonna blow your mind.
- Hey.
I really appreciate it.
- So it's just two minutes long? - Yeah, yeah. If that.
Hey, Champ. Champ.
Who's that you're fightin' there, Champ?
Satterfield versus Kincaid. Tommy Kincaid.
Never had it in him to hurt a man. That was his problem.
He had skills though. He had a hammer!
Where'd you get this?
Well, Champ, I'm a world-class investigative journalist.
This is what I do.
Is that the same guy?
- Who? The guy on the tape? - Yeah.
- I can't tell. - How y'all doin'?
Hey, can I get that back?
Could I- Quickly, actually.
Hey, Champ. Champ!
Hey, you all right?
I thought- I'm sorry. I thought you'd like that.
You got kids?
Yeah, I got a six-year-old. Boy. His name's Teddy.
Well, I hope that one day, God willing...
your son does for you what you just done for me in there.
Hey, wait, where you goin'?
I thought that'd be a good line to exit on.
I- I still need more for my story.
There's the-That-There. That house right there.
- Don't stop. Keep goin'. - Why?
Betty in there. She come out here, she whoop us both.
- Who's Betty? - Betty used to be my wife.
Well, she probably still is.
I thought lona was your wife.
lona was my first wife. You got a wife?
Yeah, I got a great wife. Joyce.
We went to Columbia together. She works at the paper too.
She was a grad student, I was a sophomore and-
She got pregnant.
We're separated now though.
- Oh, she done kicked your ass out, huh? - Yeah.
What for?
Champ, when I figure that out, maybe I can fix it.
Mmm. I'll tell ya, you know, w-w-women ain't gonna never tell you what's wrong.
And if you don't know, that's just too bad.
Yeah. That sounds about right.
- You love your son? - Yeah. Yes, very much. Very much.
Yeah, you gots to love 'em, don't ya?
Gotta love 'em more than anything in this whole world!
You gotta love 'em, like- How they say, um, mucho grande.
- That's right. Mucho grande. - Mucho grande.
My son, Bob Jr., with my first wife, lona-
He tells everybody I'm dead.
Why's that?
Is he ashamed of you because you live on the street, or-
Oh, it's, uh, probably 'cause I left him and his mama.
- Really? How old was he? - Six.
So, that was what, like, 40 years ago?
I mean, Come on, Junior, get over it. Move on with your life.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I like to come back here to-to-to Five Points...
and-and just look at the house and, uh, imagine Betty inside.
And-and just look at the house and, uh, imagine Betty inside.
But-But-But I can't go in.
My feet say go, but my head say no.
Look. You have to promise me,
you ain't gonna mess with Betty, all right?
'Cause if you do that, th-then you be gettin' in my personal business.
Okay. Okay.
Promise.
- Dad? - Yeah, buddy?
- What kind of dog is Snoopy? - Uh, he's a beagle.
- He doesn't look like a beagle. - Well, that's what he is.
Keith's got a beagle, and she doesn't look like Snoopy at all.
Oh, really? Thank you very much.
- Is that true? - Can we get a beagle?
I don't think that's really my call. Especially when I'm not in the house.
- Here's your favorite table, sir. - All right.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Dad, look. John Elway.
Can I meet him, Dad? Can I talk to him? Please, Dad?
Um, you know what?
It's really not that cool to go up to celebrities in public.
But he's not a celebrity. He's your friend.
Even still. Okay?
Why can't you just talk to your friend?
It's a grown-up thing, buddy. Let's go see your mom. Grab your jacket.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, hey, hey. Teddy.
- Hi, Mr. Elway. I just came to say- - Hey there, son.
- Hey, John, how ya doin'? Sorry. - Oh, no worries.
- What's your name? - Teddy.
- Do you play football? - Yeah.
Except my hand's not big enough to hold a real football.
Let me see. Other hand.
I give you three years. Your hand's a lot bigger than mine was at your age.
Well, we gotta go. I'll-I'll say hi to Joyce, okay?
- O-Okay. - Bye, Mr. Elway.
I hope you go back to the Broncos next year!
He's a really nice guy. We could have stayed there longer.
You know what, buddy? That's just the way it is, okay?
Come on. Get up there.
You have all these cool friends...
and I never get to meet any of them.
You know what? You're right. Let's fix that.
Good ol' Rocky comes with another right, and I go, boom, up like this!
Yeah. That's just the way it happened too.
Remember, Marciano was the only heavyweight champ to retire undefeated.
- Wow. - Yeah. He died in a plane crash.
Say, man, 'bout how old are you, huh? What? Like, 15?
- I'm six. - Oh! You look 15.
You wanna know how you grow up to be big and strong like Champ?
Every morning when you get up...
gotta roll your sleeve up like this and...
blow.
Yep.
And-And-And-And see, it ain't so much about how old you are, all right?
It's-It's all about your conditioning.
You got to build up your legs 'cause you gonna need them for a long, long time.
And-And you got to live right. You have to live clean.
And-And-And don't run- Don't run around with the wrong crowd.
'Cause, because you can't do that. Mmm-mmm-mmm.
Hey, Champ?
- Champ? - Hmm?
- You okay? - Yeah! Yeah, yeah.
- You okay? - Oh, yeah.
Uh-uh-And-And, see, your dad- Dad, he ain't perfect.
But he's doin' the best he can. Yeah.
He been down and almost out. But-But he loves you. Yes, he do.
And one day, he's gonna get his shot.
So, if any of your friends don't believe that you met him, you can...
just tell them they can read my article when it comes out in the Times.
- Okay. - Okay.
Hey, what's the matter? You didn't like meeting Champ?
- No, I did. - Then what's the matter?
I just don't like that Champ lives on the street.
Yeah, buddy, I don't like that either.
Maybe he could move in with us.
Yeah, maybe you should ask your mom about that one.
Local network was right behind us!
Hey, Erik. Got something for ya.
Heard of this guy?
Um, uh, yeah. I've heard- I've heard of this guy.
Good. He's the only one Satterfield fought that I could find.
Most of them are dead. I took the liberty...
of setting up an interview time with him.
- When? - Today at 4:00.
An interview with the Raging Bull.
And... Satterfield Jr. Of Chicago.
Only living relative.
- I could kiss you right now. - I could sue you.
Awesome.
- Hello? - Mr. Satterfield?
- Yes? - Hi, this is Erik Kernan
of The Denver Times. How ya doin'?
- Erik Kernan? - Yes.
I wanted to ask you a couple questions about your father. Is that all right?
- My father? - Yeah.
Fuck you.
Erik Kernan.
- Erik, hi, Bing Whitley. - Hi, Bing, how are you?
Good. Listen, I've got our beloved publisher,
Fred Roselle, here with me.
- Can I put you on speaker? - Yeah, uh, sure.