Last Round for Johnny Tapia

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Highspeedhomer

Everett 11739

I couldn't' agree more with the previous two comments 1724585

2008-05-09T17:58:14-04:00

StorminP

Mercer Island 425026

Dear S.L.Price. It was a waste of my time to read, and your time to write, the Point After on Johnny Tapia. No one really cares about a drug addicted fighter , excpet perhaps his wife, who has exhibited the worst form of co-depency. Perhpas you might be added to the list. You are not Rick Riley, so your attempt to emulate him has fallen way short. Sorry..... StorminP 1721373

2008-05-09T17:55:37-04:00

StorminP

Mercer Island 425026

Dear S.L. Price: I am sorry, but this Pointafter was a complete waste of my time, and yours too when you consider that you actually took the time to write about a drug addicted fighter that no one really cares about, with the possible exception of his wife, who is helplessly a co-dependant. A Rick Riley you are not, so don't try to emulate his style. Norm Johnson 1721409

By S.L. Price The worst? For Teresa Tapia it wasn't the night she awoke to find her husband standing over her with a hammer, or the time he shoved her while holding a pistol; it wasn't any one disappearance or public humiliation or lie during their 15 years together. It wasn't even the morning 14 months ago when Johnny Tapia, a five-time boxing world champ, fell into yet another drug-induced coma and was taken to an Albuquerque hospital. No, it was the next day: when Robert (Gordy) Gutierrez, the brother closest to Teresa and Johnny's loyal cornerman, died while rushing to the fighter's bedside -- killed, along with the Tapias' nephew Ben Garcia, in a one-car highway wreck. Finally she snapped. Johnny should be the one who's dead, Teresa thought. He's to blame. "I hated him," she says. "I wished it was Johnny because my brother wanted to live and be a father and a part of our lives, where Johnny had always wanted to go, to die. I felt a lot of anger and resentment and guilt -- and still do. If I would've been a stronger person or colder and didn't care what happened to Johnny, I would've left him years ago. Then my brother would be here." Welcome to the marriage forged in hell. On Teresa's wedding night one of Johnny's cousins approached the bride at her mother's house and said, "Why don't you go back in that room and see what you married?" Teresa came upon Johnny plunging a needle into his arm. He took the wedding cash, then dumped her in a seedy hotel. The next morning, Teresa says, "they had to jump-start his heart, resuscitate him; he was dead in my car. It was all downhill after that." Everybody in boxing knows Johnny's tortured history: fatherless at birth, nearly killed in a bus crash at seven, orphaned at eight after his mother was stabbed 26 times with a screwdriver and scissors by her married boyfriend. His near-mythic rise as a champ in three weight classes (super fly, bantam and feather) coupled with his spectacular falls made him an irresistible draw, the sport's reigning antihero. No one else so routinely courted death and defeat and still came out on top. Teresa became his manager, the stable voice amid chaos, perpetually hoping that Johnny had finally, after numerous attempts at rehab, kicked his habit. Sometimes she believed it too. When sober, Johnny is all apologies, affectionate as a puppy, charming as sin. Gordy had warned her not to marry him, but he couldn't help but love Johnny too. For 13 years he was Johnny's alter ego, always ready to laugh and lift him up after another brilliant brawl, to comfort his sister whenever Johnny binged and left her and their three kids alone. In February, before the last round of his most recent fight, Tapia ignored the clamor, looked Gordy in the eye and said, "I love you." Eighteen days later Gutierrez and Garcia were dead. "It's my fault," Johnny says. "I killed them both." These days Johnny, 41, is as needy as ever, begging for Teresa's hugs and insisting he's clean while training his two oldest sons, 15-year-old Jonathan and seven-year-old Lorenzo. But one day in their Las Cruces, N.Mex., home is enough to feel the coolness; Teresa has put up a wall Johnny can't punch through. After last year's horror she made it clear: One more screwup and we're done. She says she'd already be gone were it not for her husband's ultimate snare. "If she left, I'd end my world," Johnny says. "In a heartbeat." "I know he would," Teresa says. She taps Jonathan on the arm. "I see my children, I think I'm being a bad mother by keeping them around this. But I don't have the strength to leave Johnny and watch him kill himself, either, because then I'll be blamed: Well, you knew what he would do. Are they going to blame me if their dad dies? Are they going to blame me for not walking out? I'm stuck. I'm doing time." And the walls are closing in. A fight had been set for last Friday in El Paso, the first step toward Johnny's reclaiming his featherweight title, but four days before the bout he felt lost without Gutierrez. "I can't go through it no more," Johnny said. Two days later, on what would have been Gordy's 41st birthday, grief overwhelmed the Tapias; Jonathan called his father from Las Cruces and lit into him for causing so much pain. Johnny hung up crying. So what happened last Friday came as no shock. Johnny pulled out of the fight, touching off a pointless crossfire with his promoter over money, contracts and lawsuits. Fans went to the El Paso County Coliseum, cursed his name and wondered what happened to Johnny Tapia's heart. "I'm empty," he said last week. "Everything's gone in me." That's not quite true: He's alive, and the match of his life stands at a draw. Johnny and Teresa still have each other. 2210

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