Cinderella Man (20 page)
Authors: Marc Cerasini
“What!” bellowed McAvoy.
“How'd you score it, Johnny?”
McAvoy counted out loud. “Nineâ¦Fiveâ¦One. I call it even.”
“Even?” Sporty's eyes went wide in stunned disbelief. McAvoy hustled away to consult with the judges.
The chaos inside the Garden had not diminished with the end of the fight. The fans, pressing close to the canvas, waited to hear the officials declare a winner. Bond fired a steady dialogue into his microphone. “The crowd, which was on its feet for almost the entire fight, is still standing, yelling for who they clearly believe to be the winner of this fight⦔
He didn't even have to hold up his microphone for his listening audience to hear who the crowd was pulling for.
“Braddock! Braddock! Braddock! Braddock!”
Minutes later, Braddock was still leaning on the ropes, head back. Doc Robb wiped the blood out of his eyes, worked on closing a deep cut. Gould yanked the laces out of Jim's gloves, watching the judges the whole time.
“I don't like it, Jimmy. Every time they take this long for a decision they're deciding to screw somebody.”
A shadow fell over their corner. It was Max Baer, his blood-stained silk robe draped over his sweating shoulders. Gould glared at the fighter. Max ignored the manager, looked Jim Braddock in the eye.
“You beat me. No matter what they say.”
Jim broke the stare, fumbled for the right words. Baer was gone before Jim had a chance to say them.
Pacing only a few feet away, Sporty Lewis missed the exchange. His eyes were on the judges, still locked in a huddle. Lewis slapped the cub reporter on the arm. “They're robbing him. Stealing Braddock's night.”
Some of the fansâtoughs from the Jersey docksâoverheard Lewis's assessment. A plug-ugly brute with beefy arms etched with tattoos stepped forward.
“Make up your minds, ya bums,” he barked at the judges. “We all know who won.”
A thousand voices joined the chorus. The stamping feet rolled like thunder, shook the stands. At last, the judges solemnly handed Al Franzin, the Garden's announcer, a small, white card. Without glancing at it Franzin climbed over the ropes, moved to the microphone stand set up in the middle of the ring. The roar of the crowd faded. Thirty-five thousand people watched as the announcer held the card over his head.
“Ladies and gentlemen. I have your decision!” Franzin squinted as he studied the card. “The winnerâ¦and
new
heavyweight champion of the world⦔
The rest of the ring announcer's words were lost in an explosion of noise as a roar like Niagara's echoed across Astoria's flats.
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On the streets of Weehawken, North Bergen, Bloom-field, Wayne, and Newark, people poured from their houses. Horns honked, sirens blared. The hot June night was suddenly alive with a riotous celebration not seen since before the Crash.
In the smoky interior of Quincy's bar, Quincy himself dispensed free beer to the boisterous crowd. Years of despair were wiped away. Faces creased and worn were suddenly young again. Laughter shook the roof, and hardened dockworkers sobbed like babies.
At his butcher shop, Sam placed a slab of beef on the chopping block and gleefully hacked away, convinced that if he sold enough meat, he could produce a hundred more champs just like James J. Braddock.
A blast of air stirred the candles in Father Rorick's church. The tall doors were flung wide, golden light spilled into the street as the devoted filed out of the church to join everyone else in an impromptu street party.
Sara Wilson remained inside. She held her baby girl in her arms, tears dewing her cheeks. At the altar, Father Rorick was unable to hide his satisfied smile. He turned his face toward heaven and gave thanks.
At their usual haunts, bookies sweated. At ten-to-one odds against Braddock, a flock of bettors who stuck with their favorite son were due big payoffs.
In a tiny shed inside the dockyard, Jake the foreman leaned his rail-thin form back in his chair and listened to the frantic announcer declare Jim Braddock the new champ, happy with the knowledge that tomorrow, one less lean, hungry face would be standing outside the gate, desperate for work.
It was a start
, Jake thought.
One step at a time.
On a quiet little residential block in Newark, Mae Braddock's cry cut the night, her children's excited shouts echoed down the block. In the midst of the hysteria, Rose Marie Braddock smiled up at her mother and with little-girl certainty declared, “It's the meat.”
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At ringside, the reporters were pushing and shoving to escape the mob and file their stories. Sporty Lewis sat alone. Seersucker suit rumpled, feet propped on his typewriter, he stared at the chaos in the ring without seeing it. With arms across his chest, a half smile frozen on his lips, he relived the fightâthe miracleâin no hurry to lose the moment.
Around Sporty, fans surged forward in a mad rush to get a better look at the Cinderella Man. They wanted a chance to shake his hand, to pat his back, to take a little of his fairy-tale magic home with them tonight. But the ring was flanked by the Garden's security staff, who firmly pushed them back.
Boxing officials, the judges, and Jimmy Johnston climbed through the ropes to join Al Franzin in the center of the ring. Gould spied Johnston, and the paunchy little manager swept the big, stogie-chewing promoter up in a bear hug.
Flanked by the commission, by Joe Gould and Jimmy Johnston, Franzin made a victory announcement that was drowned in an ocean of cheers. Finally, Franzin lifted Braddock's fist over his head and stepped back.
In the center of the ring, bathed in golden light,
James J. Braddock stood with legs braced, arms lifted in victory. But as tears streamed down his battered face, as thousands of crazed fans shouted their adoration, Braddock's heart was somewhere else, across an island and two rivers, in a little New Jersey apartment, where his wife and three children waited for him to come home; because, in the end, long after all the photos were taken, the articles written, and winnings collected, Jim knew it was that simple fact and not much else that not only made him the heavyweight champion of the world, but the luckiest man in it.
â¦When Baer hit me on the chin with his Sunday punch and I took it, I'm the happiest guy in the world. Nobody knew what that fight meant to me. Money, security, education for my children, financial aid for my parents. If ever a guy went into the ring with something to fight for, I was the guy.
âJames J. Braddock, 1935
JAMES J. BRADDOCK
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD
JUNE 13, 1935âJUNE 22, 1937
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And so it was, on June 13, 1935, James J. Braddock, at the age of 29, as a ten-to-one underdog, won the heavyweight championship of the world from Max Baer in a unanimous fifteen-round decision. The general response by press and public was to rule it one of the greatest upsets in boxing history. Most agreed that Baer, who was so confident he had told reporters he was afraid he might actually kill Braddock, was outfoxed and outboxed.
For two years, Braddock did not box again. Much backroom haggling was done over who would challenge him for the title. Finally, the fight was arranged. Jim would defend his crown against Joe Louis, the “Brown Bomber,” one of the greatest boxers to ever enter the ring. On June 22, 1937, the two met in Chicago's White Sox Stadium.
By this time, Braddock had developed arthritis in the left side. The morning of the fight, his doctor gave him a shot in the arm so he could lift it, but Braddock found that he had very little strength in it during the fight. Still, he managed to knock Louis down in the very first round with an uppercut. By round four, however, Louis had gained the advantage.
According to Braddock, “After a couple of rounds I knew I was in there with a great fighter, and this is going to be a tough fight.” The end came in the eighth round. “I fought as well as I'd ever done, but that Louisâ¦oh, he was
good
! In the eighth I had nothing left, and when he hit me with that right I just lay thereâ¦. I could have stayed there for three weeks.”
Joe Louis would go on to become one of the greatest heavyweight title holders in the history of boxing. His defeat of German Max Schmeling in one round June 22, 1938, at Yankee Stadium reverberated throughout the world, thwarting a powerful symbol of German dictator Adolph Hitler's contention of racial supremacy. Like Braddock, Joe Louis, a violin student turned pro boxer, would pay back all of the relief money he'd once accepted.
James J. Braddock would go on to fight one more match after Louis, in 1938, against the young Welsh boxer Tommy Farr, who'd gone fifteen full rounds
against Joe Louis and was favored three to one going into the Braddock match. It was an exhilarating “comeback” victory for the aging Braddock, who'd yet again been rated an underdog climbing into the ring and hailed as an upset winner going out. Less than two weeks after that victorious match, however, when lucrative offers were still on the table, he announced his retirement from the sport, making the decision to go out a winner. Jim Braddock won fifty-one of eighty-five career bouts, twenty-six by KO; his record included three draws, two no contests, and seven no decisions; and boxing histories wrote about him in his epitaph as having gone down a fighting champion.
“I have won my last fight,” Braddock announced to the press at the time, “and I think I could still beat most of the outstanding contenders for the heavyweight championship, but I have spent fifteen years in the game, and in fairness to everyone, but especially to my wife and children, I believe it is time for me to withdrawâ¦. This is my farewell to boxing, a sport which owes me nothing and to which I owe everythingâthe many friends I have made, and the means with which I have been able to provide for my family.”
After his boxing career ended, Jim maintained his friendship with Joe Gould, who had scored Jim a cagey deal. In return for granting Joe Louis the chance to claim the title from Braddock in 1937, Gould required that Louis's wealthy Chicago manager, Mike Jacobs, agree to pay Braddock 10 percent of his share of the heavyweight championship fights for a decade, should Louis win. The deal is said to be one of the shrewdest ever struck in boxing, because Joe Louis's supremacy (1937 to 1949, the longest in the sport's history) meant
Jacobs controlled the heavyweight title fights for more than ten years. It provided Jim and Mae Braddock with an annuity that helped secure their financial future.
He remained “Jersey Jim” till the day he died, residing in the same North Bergen home he and Mae had bought after he'd won the championship. For the rest of his life, Braddock was applauded, admired, and respected by friends, neighbors, and strangers on the New Jersey streets. He was inducted into the Ring Boxing Hall of Fame in 1964, the Hudson County Hall of Fame in 1991, and the International Boxing Hall of Fame in 2001. As for any last words, they rightfully belong to James J. Braddock himself, who gave up his crown with the same gracious humility with which he'd worn it.
“Here's the situation as far as that goes,” Braddock said in his 1972 interview with Peter Heller, two years before he passed away in his North Bergen home, “having the championship and then losing it. You always got to figure you're not the best man in the world, there might be somebody better. That's the way it was. That's the way boxing is. The champion don't always stand up. There's always somebody coming up to take him. That's a part of life.”
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JAMES J. BRADDOCK
JUNE 7, 1906âNOVEMBER 29, 1974
And so Braddock won the big title, and in the time he has held it, he has endeared himself to the American public by his unchanging modesty, his affability, and his sturdy character. His devotion to his wife and familyâ¦and withal his attitude as champion of the world that he will fight anybody regardless of color, or creed, has made him the most popular champion in the history of the game.
âDamon Runyon,
foreword from
Relief to Royalty
,
James J. Braddock's authorized biography, 1936
The screenplay for
Cinderella Man
, by Cliff Hollingsworth and Akiva Goldsman, is based on the life of James J. Braddock. However, certain characters, scenes and locations have been changed or combined for dramatic purposes in both the screenplay and this prose adaptation.
In the writing of this novel, the author also consulted source material beyond the screenplay, including contemporary sources such as newspaper and magazine articles, and books written long after the events, such as
An Illustrated History of Boxing
(sixth revised and updated edition) by Nat Fleischer and Sam Andre, with Dan Rafael, Citadel Press, 2001;
In This Corner: Forty-two World Champions Tell Their Stories
, by Peter Heller (expanded edition with Introduction by Muhammad Ali), De Capo Press, 1994; and
Hard Times: An Oral History of the Great Depression
by Studs Terkel, Random House, 1970.
Most invaluable to the creation of this text was the authorized biography
Relief to Royalty: The Story of James J. Braddock, World's Heavyweight Champion
by Lud (real name Ludwig Shabazian), sports editor for the
Hudson Dispatch
of Union City, New Jersey. Published in 1936 with a foreword by Damon Runyon, the book is currently out of print.
The author would like to thank Cindy Chang at Universal and Josh Behar at HarperCollins for their support on this project. Most particularly, the author would like to thank Alice Alfonsi for her invaluable help in the research and in the preparation of this manuscript. Without her assistance, this novel would not exist.
