The Evening Standard in London is reporting that Muhammed Ali is dying and only has months to live. For the last 20 years, Ali has been suffering from Parkinson's disease. And as a friend said:
"The guy has always been a battler and he's been fighting Parkinson's as best he can for years. But this is one match he is going to lose no matter how many rounds he goes."
I remember Cascius Clay. I did not really understand boxing at that time, but when he beat Sonny Liston, that was a very big thing. I grew up with Muhammed Ali. When Uncle Sam called, Ali said his religion, Muslim, prevented him from serving. Instead of running off to Canada, or sending hate letters from England, he stood his ground. And he was stripped of his championship. The Pinacle of his career! The magnum opus! But he stood for his principals, and did not run and hide.
After he got out, he started the long road back to recover the title. Losing to Joe Frazier in their first fight, but winning the second. I remember when George Foreman (before he was selling grills) destroying Joe Frazier! And I knew there was no way for the poet of the ring to beat him. Frazier was younger, and much more powerful! There just was no way!
But he did! And in so doing, we had a new term in the English language! The Rope-a-dope! Ali was and always will be the greatest! The Greatest Boxer, the greatest Sportsman, and one of the greatest Human Beings of all time.
I do not blame him for withdrawing in these late stages of Parkinsons. He is a proud man. I wish we had discovered the cure for his aliment, but that was not to be.
It is a sad time for me, and for all his fans. Heavy weight boxing has not been the same since he retired.
Peace Muhammed Ali. You have earned it.