I've watched numerous Muhammad Ali documentaries, interviews and even read articles that were written about the great from way back when I wasn't even a thought. Every documentary starts with the Sonny Liston fight. Parrying each blow attempt from Sonny, dancing around the ring and obviously chatting away like it's totally normal to chat to someone trying to beat you flat.Watching all other fights that follow one can only watch in awe at how well he mastered the art of boxing. HIS lip psyched boxers out, never malicious
with his words but said enough to have them question
their ability to beat him.
Oh,
and his poems,
Float like a butterfly,
sting like a bee.
The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.
skrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, how do you beat that?
I've wrestled with alligators.
I've tussled with a whale.
I done handcuffed lightning.
And throw'd thunder in jail.
whaaaaaatttttttt?????!!!!! How? like get out of here, if you dream you can beat that then you better wake up and apologize.
His personality would've still made him a great man if his boxing career failed.
The only thing that hit HIM and the world was reality. The reality of the dangers of the sport, the effects the sport has on ones body...
