BOXING MOURNS THE DEATH OF BROTHER NAAZIM RICHARDSON
The salt-and-pepper beard, the jovial gravel voice and the big, echoing, wall-rocking laugh were ubiquitous. Naazim Richardson was everywhere. The trainer, the mentor, the father, could be found dispensing all kinds of wisdom from how to duck a left hook to how to eat right. He was a Philadelphia treasure—and beyond that a boxing…