Community Chat

[Alsee]

He was not my idea of a hero but may he rest in peace

[itiswhatitis]

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@Pearlee wrote:

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@Noel7 wrote:

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@shaggygirl wrote:

I'll never understand a so called SPORT where the objective is to see who does a better job out of beating the c**p out of their opponent or better yet knock him unconscious. Makes no sense to me.

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@shaggygirl

I don't like boxing either, but it has been recognized as a sport, not so-called, for nearly three thousand years.

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@shaggygirl, I think it's perfectly fine to refer to it as a "so called Sport" if you don't think it is one or if you don't think it should be one.  I don't think that means you deny  or don't recognize that it is classified as a sport.

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Yes it does.  So were the Gladiator Games (a sport).

[itiswhatitis]

RIP

"Float Like a Butterfly ~ Sting Like A Bee, 

The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see.”

-Muhamad Ali

[Puzzle Piece]

His passing brought back memories.  He was a sportsman and a performer of sort.  Only in America folks. 

[Bird mama]

May he rest in peace - his suffering is over now.

[Marianne1]

Muhammad Ali was not a draft dodger, he was a conscientious objector.  

He said he could not go to a country and kill innocent people due to his religious convictions.

He was arrested, stripped of his title and faced jail time for his convictions.

The US Supreme Court unanimously overturned his case, finding in his favor.

He was not the only CO during the Vietnam war, just the most famous.  

[Say Nay]

Wonderful tribute to Ali by George Foreman. From BBC Radio:

Foreman salutes ‘beautiful’ Ali

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03x80nb

[Jacie]

Boxing isn't for me, but one cannot deny his greatness. Legendary.

[aprilskies]

He really was one of the greats.  He was definitely part of my childhood. 

[PhilaLady1]

Please allow me to tell my story and memories of Mr. Ali.

For short time in the early 70's, Muhammed Ali bought a house in Philadelphia and lived there for a few years.  His house was  right across a creek that separated his neighborhood from mine.

Every weekend when we did not have school, religious obligation, or anything else our parents wanted us to do, we kids would ride our bikes and knock on his door, to shake hs hand, or ask for an autograph, or just to say Hi and meet him.  I'm not talking mobs of kids.  We were always respectful and would only go in a group of 2 or 3.  If we saw other bikes on his porch or other kids around, we would go home and come back another day.

Now let me tell you this... it shouldn't and doesn't matter, but back then it did.  We were children of families that escaped the Nazi's just in time from Central Europe and Italy.  Jews and Catholics living together in a tiny corner of the city where our families settled after arriving at Ellis Island in NY.  We were not Black, and we were not Muslim.  Some people had a problem with that, and well, I'll say fearful that 10 or 12 year old kids are knocking on a stranger's door.

Anyway, my point is that Mr. Ali was ALWAYS kind and welcoming.  ALWAYS openning his front door, chatting with us for a few minutes, autographing pictures we brought with us of him.  EVERY WEEKEND.

I feel almost like his passing is a personal loss.  He truly was the Greatest.