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ULTIMATE G FUNDRAISINCHAMPIONSHIP 38 MAY | JUNEDonal 2009 McElwee THE PENNSYLVANIA and Nathan GAZETTE Dyer go for broke in the legendary Blue Horizon. PHOTOGRAPHY BY CANDACE DICARLO Philanthropy at the end of a fi st. Grad students beyond thunderdome. Chin-rattlers. Brain-shakers. G Welcome to Fight Night. BY TREY POPP Before he stood in a ring edged by 1,200 frenzied spectators, boxing gloves slicked with sweat, white trunks speckled with the blood of his charging opponent, Donal McElwee worried that his manager would fail to deliver the dwarfs. THE PENNSYLVANIA GAZETTE MAY | JUNE 2009 39 It was going to be the Wharton welterweight’s only bout of the year. All his friends would be there. He didn’t care if it cost a thousand bucks. The Irish native was dead set on hav- EVEN RING FIXERS ing leprechauns in his entourage. GET THE BLUES “It’s a matter of luck,” McElwee said in a dressing room, his Philly Fight Night is brogue heavier than a sock full of stones, as the opening bell of the brainchild of three Wharton students who went to the Blue Philly Fight Night drew near. “You need the little people in your Horizon on a lark one night five years ago. When they came corner when you’re fighting. I feel 10 times more confident with out, R.T. Arnold WG’05, Schuyler Coppedge WG’05, and Dave them than without them.” Birnbaum WG’05 couldn’t shake the venue from their minds. Already, the belly of North Philadelphia’s legendary Blue Carved out of a row of brownstone mansions whose facades Horizon boxing hall was quaking with noise. The 900 advance date to 1865, the smoke-stained auditorium has been called tickets allotted to Wharton had sold out in 20 hours, at $35 the best place in the world to watch boxing by none other than and $50 a pop. Now Penn Law students were streaming Ring magazine. The ring sits in a cavity taller than it is wide, through the security pat-downs to support their own contin- framed by wooden balconies that dip down so close to the gent of pugilists. There were six bouts ropes that a spectator could almost lean on tonight’s card. Ten men and two over and land a bareknuckle punch. women were about to climb past an EMT In the city of Joe Frazier and Rocky and a fight doctor to risk more than “I’m going Balboa, where “fighters come out of the their pride in three rounds of combat. womb knowing how to throw a left hook”— The gate take, plus a handful of corpo- to go for the as local sportswriter Bernard Fernandez rate sponsorships, would amount to a once put it—the Blue Horizon is a land- $55,000 donation to the Boys & Girls mark unlike any other. It boasts of having Clubs of Philadelphia. At the moment, head, go for hosted 30 world champions since open- however, McElwee’s entourage seemed ing in 1961. Stand in the hall when it’s to be the subject on everyone’s lips. empty, and the idea of 1,200 people cram- “I heard he’s hiring midgets as lepre- the knockout, ming inside makes you wonder how chauns,” said Wharton first-year Dana much the fire marshal gets bribed. Scardigli, all but spilling out of the mini- Experience a packed house, and you’re mal attire required of an official ring and walk out bound to fall under the spell that gripped girl. “I don’t know how I feel about that.” Arnold, Coppedge, and Birnbaum. Then she disappeared into the giggling seeing her “We kept talking about it for a week commotion of the ring girls’ ready room, or two afterwards,” Arnold recalls. “So where someone cried out, “More rouge!” we came up with the idea that maybe we Across the way, grad students wear- on the fl oor.” could convince Penn grad students to ing sweatpants and sneakers tried to get in the ring for charity.” whittle away such distractions. Choosing a beneficiary was a cinch. The James “Playboy” Williams plucked out a pair of iPod earbuds to Boys & Girls Clubs of Philadelphia serve some 15,000 local share his strategy for the third fight. “Knock his nose in, then his kids, and sports are a major component of their programming. eye sockets, then his cheekbones,” the student of entrepreneurial Recruiting boxers turned out to be surprisingly easy as management declared. “All in round one.” Perhaps confidence well. The trio managed to coax 16 fighters—experienced and would get him further than his 0-1 lifetime record. “I’ve boxed once, otherwise—onto their card in fairly short order. in Thailand,” Williams confessed. “I was just on holiday there and Then they hit the hard part: getting a critical mass of their class- wanted to fight. So I got myself into a fight in Chaweng Stadium. I mates to a part of town where few had ever set foot, to watch a sport lost.” But this time he had trained. And there was no question that that almost none had ever paid money to see. It was the same chal- his head was in the game. It bore the long spike of a freshly shaved lenge every promoter faces, only no ring fixer in history has been mohawk, rendered “by popular request—of three people.” deluded enough to rely on grad students to churn turnstiles. Third-year law student Bill “The Big Show” Stone looked up By noon on the big day, it looked like the trio was about to from his wrist tape to consider whether he had ever done any- learn why. thing this crazy—or done anything at all, for that matter, in front “We had sold about 200 tickets,” Arnold says. “I mean, hardly of 1,200 people screaming their throats out. “If I have, I was a lot anything. We were looking at each other. We weren’t even sure better at what I was doing than what I’m doing tonight,” he said. we were going to be able to cover our costs, let alone give any “I’m just going to try to conserve my energy, make it to the end of money to the Boys & Girls Clubs.” A couple hours before show the fight, and try to land some haymakers if I get the chance.” time, Arnold was pulling down folding chairs. Fight Night was Elena “The Russian Bombshell” Aidova, a second-year law bleeding before the first punch had been thrown. student, allowed that her opponent was “a nice girl.” Then, minutes from the opening bell, a huge crush of peo- “But that’s all out when we get into the ring,” she quickly added, ple hit the box office. Eight or nine hundred bodies poured for there is no boxing without bluster. “I’m going to go for the inside. Yet the mood was still uncertain, skeptical even. No head, go for the knockout, and walk out seeing her on the floor.” one seemed sure what exactly the night had in store. 40 MAY | JUNE 2009 THE PENNSYLVANIA GAZETTE “People didn’t believe that the students were actually Escorting Taj was a quartet of what can only be called “lady going to fight,” Arnold remembers. “They thought it was cops.” Navy blue mini-dresses, eight-point police caps, black going to be a joke, or some sort of performance. No one could boots to the knee. Forget about the right to an attorney. Is really get it. And when the first fight started, and they real- there a right to be arrested by the cast of a midnight feature ized that it was actually for real, the place just blew up.” on Cinemax? No wonder Donal “The Lethal Leprechaun” McElwee felt pressure to live up to his ring moniker. An ama- On February 28, 2009, the teur fighter might be forgiven a disappointing bout, but his DO DEAD MEN Blue Horizon’s floor literally entourage had better give the crowd its money’s worth. trembled beneath a sellout After the hoopla of their arrival and the ding of the bell, the DRAW BLOOD? crowd as Praveen “The Baby opening combatants circled the ring tentatively. Their first clash Face Assassin” Lingathoti turned quickly into an embrace. Feet shifted, arms flailed, and made his way to the ring in a wooden coffin borne by four the two bodies locked together again. So the clinch-heavy theme hooded figures dressed like Benedictine monks. of the first fight was set. The convict landed no blow worthy of a An 18-year-old Boys & Girls Club member named Jessica felony rap sheet. The assassin managed a few valiant flurries and Sledge had just kicked off the fifth annual Fight Night with bloodied his mark’s nose, but spent too much time leaning away an object lesson in guts, belting out the national anthem from the action. Bottom line: neither man managed to send out unaccompanied by background music— the other in Lingathoti’s raw-pine convey- or the duet partner who had been ance. At the end of three rounds and a 2-1 struck songless by the room’s unreal split decision, the referee raised Taj’s voltage. Now it was Lingathoti’s turn to clenched fist. The throng bellowed and face the glare. It would be an uphill booed. Penn Law 1, Wharton 0. battle for the Wharton second-year. He’d be giving up 20 pounds and three inches in height to Al “The Truth” Taj CGS’01, a third-year law student who entered the arena wearing an orange prison jumpsuit and handcuffs.