(Today would have been my Dad’s 85th Birthday. I miss him now as I did on July 2, 1998 when he first left us. Dad, this is an old tribute, but one that stands just as strong for me today. I love and miss you very much. – Love Bradley)

Tribute by “Bad” Brad Berkwitt

Where did 38 years go? Only seven years old, but watching boxing with my late father Alvin in 1975 on a TV with huge rabbit ears, you know the kind where you would have to bend them to get the picture to come in. I can remember that year seeing countless numbers of fights, and it was a time when NBC, ABC, and CBS all had boxing in their schedules.

I long for those days and, with those days, for my father who is the very ink that is on this piece. Let me explain a little about my father because it’s so pertinent to my love affair with the sport of boxing. In the course of his 70 years on this earth, he was friendly with many legends in the sport of boxing. Whether it was driving cross country with the late Rocky Graziano from Miami Beach to New York in the 1950s, or almost buying a then Cassius Clay’s car on Miami Beach and having him in stitches with his great humor.