kinda surprised death could get a glove on him
RIP Chanp
Holy shh was that real??
Ali was truly the people's champion. I ran into him twice on the streets of NYC in the early 1970's. Within minutes if stepping out of his limo he was surrounded by dozebs of fans. He joked with everyone and made a fuss over all the kids in the crowd. Signed autographs for anyone who wanted one. I was surprised how big he was.
I thing it was one of the SCOTUS better moments when they unanimously exonerated him.
RIP champ, you are The Greatest.
You are lucky indeed if you have no regrets in life. I have many, mostly things I did not do or try, but I don't dwell on them or beat myself up for them. I just try to remember enough that I don't repeat the pattern when I get similar opportunities in the future.Spot-on post. I "interviewed" Ali twice in Cleveland in the '70s -- you didn't interview him, he was just on auto-pilot -- and he was majestic, magical, magnificent. He was always "on," which made it all the sadder to, ironically, see him struggle to muster as much as a whisper for about the last half of his life.
I'm 67, have no regrets in life, none, if I had a mulligan, though, I’d have had someone snap a pic of me "interviewing" Ali in the locker room at the Cleveland Arena following a charity show that, I'm pretty sure, was Don King’s first production after he came home from "college."
As to his size, I was surprised how tall and muscular he was up close. Great experience -- and great memory -- sitting at press row and watching the tassels on his shoes flutter when he went into the Ali Shuffle 10 feet away from my pre-spectacled eyes.
Saw Ali speak in my college gym, too, during his forced exile from boxing. He was great. You're so right, Crusty, the SCOTUS did its job well when it unanimously riled Ali had been done wrong. So, so wrong. I remember the personal joy when that ruling came down and I set out on Akron's main downtown drag to interview people for the daily rag. He was so much more than a boxer. I'm glad social media and hate radio didn't exist when he was in his prime.
He was, no question, The Greatest. My heart starts beating faster thinking back to maybe my greatest sports thrill ever, watching Ali, on closed-circuit at the Akron Armory, pull out the rope-a-dope and do the unthinkable -- topple big, bad, ol' George Foreman in the Rumble in the Jungle. I was standing on a chair, screaming, rejoicing, hugging strangers like it was V-J Day in Times Square. I was hoarse for two days.
The only thing I regret and troubles me is how Ali abandoned his close friend and adviser Malcolm, who had Ali's best interests in mind unlike Herbert Muhammad and all those phony hangers-on. Ali felt forced to pick sides, sad, he knew what Malcolm's ultimate fate would be when he abandoned him.
I guess nobody, even Ali, is perfect.
I watched the "Rumble in the Jungle" on closed circuit TV at Madison Square Garden. The whole place was rooting for Ali, which was sort of amazing given that Foreman was a popular Olympic Gold Medalist as well. The place was fairly quiet until everyone started to realize that Ali was allowing Fireman to punch himself out and people started to talk about it. In the beginning it was a bit of whistling by the graveyard and then, all of a sudden, Ali started to take charge. When he knocked Foreman out the place went crazy. Total strangers hugging and doing high fives. There were no races nor genders at that moment. I have never witnessed anything like it before or since.Spot-on post. I "interviewed" Ali twice in Cleveland in the '70s -- you didn't interview him, he was just on auto-pilot -- and he was majestic, magical, magnificent. He was always "on," which made it all the sadder to, ironically, see him struggle to muster as much as a whisper for about the last half of his life.
I'm 67, have no regrets in life, none, if I had a mulligan, though, I’d have had someone snap a pic of me "interviewing" Ali in the locker room at the Cleveland Arena following a charity show that, I'm pretty sure, was Don King’s first production after he came home from "college."
As to his size, I was surprised how tall and muscular he was up close. Great experience -- and great memory -- sitting at press row and watching the tassels on his shoes flutter when he went into the Ali Shuffle 10 feet away from my pre-spectacled eyes.
Saw Ali speak in my college gym, too, during his forced exile from boxing. He was great. You're so right, Crusty, the SCOTUS did its job well when it unanimously riled Ali had been done wrong. So, so wrong. I remember the personal joy when that ruling came down and I set out on Akron's main downtown drag to interview people for the daily rag. He was so much more than a boxer. I'm glad social media and hate radio didn't exist when he was in his prime.
He was, no question, The Greatest. My heart starts beating faster thinking back to maybe my greatest sports thrill ever, watching Ali, on closed-circuit at the Akron Armory, pull out the rope-a-dope and do the unthinkable -- topple big, bad, ol' George Foreman in the Rumble in the Jungle. I was standing on a chair, screaming, rejoicing, hugging strangers like it was V-J Day in Times Square. I was hoarse for two days.
The only thing I regret and troubles me is how Ali abandoned his close friend and adviser Malcolm, who had Ali's best interests in mind unlike Herbert Muhammad and all those phony hangers-on. Ali felt forced to pick sides, sad, he knew what Malcolm's ultimate fate would be when he abandoned him.
I guess nobody, even Ali, is perfect.
IMO Joe Louis would be more if an icon than MJ. In his day boxing was huge - much greater than BB in MJ's time.I consider him, MJ and Babe Ruth to be the three greatest American sports icons.
Holy shh was that real??