Boxer: Eddie Chambers
Organization: WBO/IFO
Gym: Phila. PA
Rated: Heavyweight
Reach: 75 in (191 cm)
Stance: Orthodox
Height: 6’ 1" (1.85 m)
Weight: 220 lb (99.6 kg)
Nationality: American
Pro Career: 2005-present

PERSONAL NOTES:
I'm one of seven siblings. I live in Pennsylvania with my dad (and trainer) Eddie W. Chambers, stepmother Lynn, brother Christopher and best friend and junior welterweight professional boxer Steve Upsher. My other siblings include sisters Alexis (40), Jessica (30) and Shalouna (21), and brothers Joseph (17) and Isaac (4). Another brother, Blake, tragically passed away at age 8.

My dad, who works my corner every fight, was a boxer in the 70's. When I was about 9 years old, he started teaching me how to hold my hands, how to assume a boxing stance, and how to throw punches. Once he got me started, I suppose that the boxing bug bit me and never let go. I used to wake up in the morning and I would shadow box in the mirror, practicing my punches while I was brushing my teeth getting ready for school. My dad had to holler at me on so many mornings, especially during those windy, bitter cold Pittsburgh winters, to say "get downstairs to get out that door!" so I would get to school on time.

As I got a little older, about 12, my dad would watch a lot of old boxing films and he would teach me about all of the great old fighters - Sugar Ray Robinson, Jack Johnson, Joe Louis, Jersey Joe Walcott, Muhammad Ali, Jake Lamotta, Rocky Marciano, and so many more. When I saw how great these legendary fighters were, I fell deeper and deeper in love with the sport of boxing. I saw how they were in tremendous physical condition, how they were gentlemanly and let their fists do the talking, and how they treated each other with respect and didn't do any trash talking (except for Ali, the Greatest of All Times, of course.) I learned a lot from watching those old films and I was inspired by them. At around the same time, I started begging my dad to let me box in competition. I begged and begged, but he wouldn't let me box. He would always say "I just want you to know how to defend yourself, son, I didn't plan on you getting obsessed with boxing."

Well, too bad, Pops. I did get obsessed. And all of that begging paid off! When I turned 14 years old my dad finally told me that I could box in competition, so he enrolled me in the local Pittsburgh Golden Gloves tournament and, as they say, the rest is history. I won't bore you with all of the details, but let's just say that I had an excellent amateur career and record.