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None of that, however, is what makes Saturday the most important night of Tapia's career, a 12-year gut-wrenching drama that could be entitled The Bantam of the Opera. The significance of his showdown with Colombia's Jorge Eliecer Julio in Albuquerque is that it's going to reveal just how badly Tapia's brain has been scrambled.
Scrambled not by the rigors of combat, considering that most of his 49 foes never even hit the defensively proficient Tapia solidly, but by the past six months. A period of time that saw Tapia lapse into a deep depression, stop talking to those closest to him, spend days at a time staring into space in his darkened bedroom, and contemplate giving up his livelihood.
Tapia is a two-time world champion who is headed to the hall of fame one day, but he could just as easily be in prison, a psychiatric hospital, or a coffin. Even for boxing, where there are as many wild survival tales as there are spitbuckets, Tapia's life story is incredible.
"A nightmare," says Tapia. "Tragedy after tragedy. I've been to hell and back."
Tapia has no idea who his father is, and he was only eight when his mother was brutally murdered on May 23, 1975. Richard "Mustang" Espinosa, a man Virginia Tapia had been dating, killed the 32-year-old woman in a rock quarry outside of Albuquerque. Contradictory autopsies and police reports, and the severity of her wounds, make it unclear exactly what happened. Virginia may have been raped, and was possibly hung. What's certain is that she was stabbed at least 21 times with an ice pick or screwdriver, and she staggered and crawled over 100 yards before dying. Virginia wasn't identified until three days later, when family members recognized her jewelry in newspaper photos.
Espinosa was considered a suspect in 1975, but was never charged. After an appeal from Tapia to the Bernalillo County (New Mexico) sheriff's department, the case was reopened in 1997, and in June 1999, Tapia learned that the crime had been solved. Sadly, the news that was supposed to provide closure only filled him with despair. That's because he also found out that Espinosa had been hit by a car and killed in 1983.
"I'm happy he's dead. But it hurts so bad that I can't do anything about it," says Tapia. "There's so much anger inside. I still think about killing him. If he was walking the streets, I'd be going to prison for life."
Revenge. It's the code Tapia lived by growing up on gang turf in the Wells Park section of Albuquerque. "Street fighting," he says, "is all I ever did." That, and frustrating the grim reaper. When Tapia was seven, a field trip from the local community center to Los Alamos ended with the bus plunging 80 feet down a cliff. Tapia watched in horror as the pregnant woman next to him flew out a window and was crushed against a tree. At age nine, Tapia was bathing in the Rio Grande and was swept away by the current. A border patrolman rescued him.
When Tapia got older, the near-fatal accidents came in the form of overdoses from a combination of cocaine and heroin. He had begun boxing when he was 11, eventually winning two National Golden Gloves titles as an amateur, and turning pro in 1988. But not even the thrill of a 20-0-1 record in his first 21 pro outings could keep him off drugs. He was suspended after testing positive for cocaine following a 1990 fight, and sidelined for three-and-a-half years.
Tapia spent much of that time on the streets, getting high. On three occasions, he overdosed and was considered clinically dead before being revived.
"A minute and three seconds, a minute and 17 seconds, and 47 seconds," his wife, Teresa, says, as though reciting the times of his most impressive first-round knockouts.
Teresa first dated Tapia in January 1993, after he had just gotten out of jail for DWI. (His rap sheet includes everything from assault to intimidating a witness in a murder trial.) Two months later, he proposed to her. Within three hours of Teresa saying yes, Tapia had finalized the wedding plans.
"We got married three days later," says Teresa. "He knew if I had time to think, I'd back out."
Many times she wished she had. On their wedding night, Tapia left their hotel room, disappeared with Teresa's car, and didn't return for two weeks.
"His pattern was, home for days, gone for a month," says Teresa. "I'd find him under bridges. Who knows what this guy's been through. Some things I still don't know. I was embarrassed, so I protected him. That's how it is with Hispanic women."