HE sauntered into the room, wearing dark heavy shades, topped by a black Oakland Raiders baseball cap that matched his gray and black outfit.
But Hermie Rivera, who?s often mistaken for the boxers that he manages due to facial scars left by an errant beer bottle or fists that flew during his young, rough and tumble days, looked dapper the day he walked into Myther and Friends.
Now, Myther?s is not exactly a place a gym rat like Hermie Rivera would visit to purvey a boxing promotion since talk at the Thursday Club borders mostly on politics and the hottest scandals in town.
?I? ve got a scoop for you,? he told a columnist discounting the fact it was no longer exclusive since he announced it before a table full of journalists. Nonetheless, in the true tradition of PT Barnum, Hermie was able to tweak and peak the interest of the people who cared to listen. That was most probably the idea ? feed the ?exclusive? news item to at least five newspapers for maximu
