On a day like today eight years ago, the world of boxing received one of the saddest and most shocking blows, with the death of the great Puerto Rican idol Héctor Camacho.
Brilliant and flamboyant Hector filled arenas and thrilled the boxing world, giving himself heart and soul to his public, with memorable classics.
Hector Camacho, better known as “El Macho” was born on May 24, 1962 in Bayamon, Puerto Rico, although his family soon decided to move to New York. From a very young age, he became interested in contact sports. Initially he dabbled in karate and later he took to boxing, a sport that he fell in love with and adopted as a way of life.
After an extremely prolific amateur career, Hector began a rapid rise through the professional rankings, first in the super featherweight division and then in the lightweight and super lightweight divisions.
On August 7, 1983, he faced Rafael Limón for the vacant WBC super featherweight title, an unforgettable night in which he conquered the crown in the fifth round.
By 1985 Héctor had set a new goal for himself, winning the WBC lightweight title against José Luis Ramírez in the glare of the bright city lights of Las Vegas and after a hectic match, “Macho” he was crowned champion. And how can we forget that victory in 1997, when he halted Sugar Ray Leonard in 5 rounds or the tremendous fight he had against one of the best boxers, namely Julio César Chávez.
Héctor was also undoubtedly a key piece in this traditional rivalry between Mexico and Puerto Rico. His last fight took place in Florida, in 2010 against Saul Duran. From the beginning to the end of his days as a boxer, Héctor “Macho” Camacho showed passion, dedication and panache.
A star exuding charisma and whom we will always remember with affection and admiration.
Forever “Macho” time!
Goodbye Dear Hector
Tribute to Hector “Macho” Camacho
By James Blears
Throughout his life he glittered plus shone.
During fights in which he triumphed and won,
And the World is much duller,
Now he has gone.
A Prince Charming, a publicity darling,
With a will to win,
Without ever really harming.
In the ring he would jab and dance,
Then laugh and sing,
Dressed to thrill and visually fulfill,
He excelled in every corner of Boxing’s tough drill,
But his hunches rarely matched his punches.
Brave and unafraid,
He was cruelly waylaid,
And via fate wickedly betrayed.
Brash, he was gunned down by utter trash.
His brilliant life force destroyed in a flash,
Thus ending a headlong lifelong dash.
So we’re left behind to count the cost,
Of a remarkable life, that’s tragically lost.