“I just met Donald Trump and he’s gonna run for president. I think we should run for cover,” said Harold Lederman, HBO unofficial judge and officially decent.
I liked him.
He took a ringside seat directly across from me for Gennady Golovkin Vs David Lemieux at Madison Square Garden in October 2015. He had no idea who I was as he stated his truth, unabashedly, to no one in particular, with arms flailing and a Ringling Brothers kind of smile.
You were around him and it felt like the circus. He didn’t care if he was a contender on the “Network of Champions” so long as nobody confused him with a pretender.
I miss HBO Boxing; now I know it’s really gone.
I last saw him in December 2017 after Sadam Ali upset Miguel Cotto. Before I could extend my hand for a shake, he goes: “Whatta ya doin here? I told you we should run for cover!”
You’ll be missed, Harold. I think Bert Cooper would agree.
Once in awhile
We lose a loved one in our lives
Perhaps we might
Decide to think about the times that we once had
When life was a rock
Reduced to ask
We think of good times
That make us sad
Makes you wonder if they knew how much we cared
There’ll never be another them
The consequences of a loss
Is pain if you forget
He told them: If I die, one more time
Can you tell me you love me?
starts to fade, will you stay?
Let me know that you still care about me
If I die, one more time
Please tell me you love me
Show me you care enough 2 say 3 words
Even if I hear them once every