Muhammad Ali… The Champ Is A King
When I was growing up, I remember my father and his boys getting together to discuss The Champ. I recall the loud back and forth they’d share about his greatest moments. The pay-per-view theaters they’d partronize to see The Champ’s biggest fights were always described as electric. It was always an event when The Champ fought.
This man was special, but it wasn’t until I became an adult that I fully understood what The Champ represented. He was pure passion, energy, and vision. He was hope, life, and faith. The Champ gave to the people and was part of the people.
In 2007, we are certainly void of a man of this stature. I have to admit that I’m jealous of my father and the men of his generation. They had lived and enjoyed the best days of The Champ.
Some of the things that made him special are simple yet very profound. He walked with Kings and ate with the homeless. This man was welcomed to every country as an ambassador, yet was once refused service at a restaurant in his hometown. This man won an olympic gold medal for the U.S.A. and was imprisoned by the same for his position on the Vietnam war.
He never blinked nor conceeded what he believed in and spent his best athletic years incarcertated for those beliefs. The Champ had conviction and with that inspired the entire human race.
No longer can he speak as fluid as he once did. The graceful walk is slowed to a shuffle. Parkinson’s disease has impaired him mentally, but The Champ fights another round and is with us today.
I think he’s around until he can pass along his reign to someone worthy. Unfortunately, this generation’s Champ is yet to come.