I met Freddie Roach at a press conference buffet a few years ago. Together, we killed the remaining Caesar salad on the table while rejoicing that the remaining press photographers would be stuck eating the stale turkey sandwiches. We never actually exchanged words, but I knew it was a brotherly bond from the instant I handed Freddie the salad tongs. A year later, I walked into WildCard Boxing Gym in Los Angeles to reminisce about our legendary lunchtime shenanigans and not only did Freddie remember, he gave me the same nod of confidence as I handed over $20 for one of his gym’s knit caps. That’s the story of how Freddie Roach and I became inseparable buddies. The legendary boxing trainer has thousands of stories like this, and he remembers every last one of them. In fact, here’s the story of how him and Dan Henderson became friends.
