Attention Mike Tyson: Looking for a real opponent? Tired of turning very large, sweaty men into sawdust? You might consider the Three-Headed Behemoth of Van Nuys. Calif., the dreaded Floyd-Lloyd-Troy, F-L-T has a reach of 17’11” and packs the punching power of 481 case-hardened pounds. On the down side, F-L-T also has three chins, three noses and six potential cauliflower ears. The only thing that keeps this pugilistic paradigm from dominating the sport is that F-L-T, on closer examination, turns out to be junior middleweight Floyd Weaver, middleweight Lloyd Weaver and supermiddleweight Troy Weaver. With a collective won-lost record of 23-5, they are America’s best—and, until anyone says different, only—boxing triplets.
The 25-year-old trio are so close to identical that friends, and sometimes family, have trouble unraveling the Weavers. “I’ve known them since they were 6,” manager Don Manuel says of the sweet scientists. “But I’m always asking, ‘Which one am I talking to?’ ” Girlfriends—none of the trio is married—encounter the same problem. “If a girl calls and I don’t want to talk to her, I hand the phone over to Lloyd,” Troy says. “Nobody can tell the difference.” During one sparring match, a spectator was amazed to see an apparent Super Weaver take on all comers. “You’re bad,” he said to Floyd after the fight. “You fought three times!”
One of the few people who can tell them apart is their mother, Juanita Weaver, 68, whose eight other children include former WBA heavyweight champ Mike Weaver, 37. “Floyd,” Mom says, “has always been the smallest. Lloyd has big eyes and Troy has a big head.”
All have the same big dream: to become champion in their respective divisions. (They also dabble in less dangerous lines of work: F-L-T appeared as clones in an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation and as models in Gap ads.) Ironically the only time their like-mindedness occasionally fails them is during a bout “If one of them is in the ring, the other two are just outside,” says trainer Eddie Couzens. “One is hollering, Throw your right!’ And the other is hollering, ‘Throw your left!’ It’s chaos.”