to one of the greatest heavyweights ever.
loved ali going all the way back to when he was cassius, but, damn, smokin' joe had game. as a singer, not so much. bad mofo, great ol' american rags-to-riches story.
i was working for the daily rag, the beacon urinal, in akron when foreman sent poor joe skyward and downward down in kingston, mon, knocked him up and down, what 8 times in 2 rounds? went to the akron armory to watch the fight on closed-circuit, joint was jammed, a rare good night for the promoter, don elbaum.
then, boom, screen goes dark, all you can hear is cosell screaming, "down goes frazier, down goes frazier!" no picture, nada. just cosell screaming while foreman's putting on a show for the ages. i thought there might be a riot.
i can still see the poor schmuck promoter, elbaum, in the ticket window after the fight giving away refunds to a line of people stretching out the front of the armory and down the street. his one box-office winner gone bust. oh,well, that's shew biz.