Showing posts with label Muhammad Ali. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Muhammad Ali. Show all posts

Monday, November 27, 2017

Critical Commentary - "Ali: A Life" by Jonathon Eig


On the sixth page of the preface to this fabulous book, author Jonathon Eig included this sentence about Muhammad Ali: "...he (had) become one of the most despised men in America and then, presto-change-o, one of the most beloved."  

Eig then proceeds to tell precisely how that happened.  Eig spent four years researching and writing this biography of perhaps the most dominant sporting and cultural figure of the twentieth century.  Maybe you already know the basic outline of his life....Cassius Clay was the great-grandson of a slave, his grandfather was a convicted murderer, he grew up in segregated Louisville, Kentucky, turned to boxing when someone stole his bicycle, and became an Olympic champion.   He then turned professional and he won and lost the heavyweight championship three times.  Along the way, he converted to Islam, refused induction into the military, lost three years of the prime of his career before the United States Supreme Court upheld his right to refuse military induction.  In retirement and battling numerous health issues resulting from hundreds of thousands of punches over the course of 25 year career in the boxing ring, Ali did become that beloved figure.

"Ali: A Life" tells this story in great detail that results from Eig's meticulous research that included interviews with over two hundred people closely associated with Ali over the years, including three of Ali's four wives, his children, high ranking members of the Nation of Islam, many of the hangers-on that comprised Ali's entourage over the years, and many of the people who dominated the fight game when Ali was the king of that game.  This is not a "puff piece" of a biography.  Eig specifically did not want this to be an "authorized" biography.  It shows Ali, warts and all.  In many instances, Ali was not necessarily a nice guy.  He could be unspeakably cruel and harsh when talking about his opponents, he was never a faithful husband, nor was he an involved father to his children.  The book doesn't shy away from any of that.  

Eig writes of the milestone fights of Ali's career.  The two Sonny Liston fights, the three Joe Frazier fights, the "Rumble in the Jungle" with George Foreman.  Eig's description of the events that led to the Foreman fight being staged in Zaire is great storytelling, and the description of the Ali-Frazier III, the "Thrilla in Manilla", captures the brutality of that fight and the toll that it took on both Ali and Frazier.  It is terrific writing.

I knew, or felt that I knew, the story of Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali, but I learned a lot more in reading this book.  I learned a lot about the Nation of Islam and Malcom X.  I learned that the boxing game was even sleazier than I thought it was (Don King!!).  But mostly I learned about Muhammad Ali.  How naive he was in so many ways and how that trait cost him millions of dollars as he was fleeced by shady business deals and the practices of even his closest friends and advisers.  Eig also perfectly captures the history and the culture of the times - the 1960's and -70's - that were so much a part of Ali's story.

The book also captures the personality and the sheer amazing force that was Muhammad Ali.  The handsome braggart who declared himself the prettiest and the "Greatest of Allllll Timesss".  The person whose favorite topic was, of course, himself.  Yet in the final phase of his life a close friend and adviser to Ali (not one of the swindlers and crooks) rightfully described him as perhaps "one of the most humble people I ever knew".

As is often the case with biographies, the most fascinating part of the story comes after the subject leaves public life.  Ali fought his last fight - a loss to a pedestrian Trevor Berbick - in 1981.  What does a person with limited "book smarts" and marketable skills do once he leaves the limelight.  Eig spends about fifty or so pages, about ten percent of the book, describing this phase of Ali's life, and they may have been the best part of the book.  It is here that we see Ali devoting his life to humanitarian causes, to his religion, and to peaceful pursuits, and, yes, to things like doing product endorsements and selling his autograph and memorabilia.  It is in this phase of his life that Ali became that beloved figure. There is as story told in the book of a Tanzanian man and his grandson knocking on Ali's door one day  in 1982.  The man just wanted to meet "the great Ali".  What Ali did for that man, and his subsequent story of a "tallying angel" is a tale that equals or exceeds any sermon in any church, synagogue, or mosque that you will ever hear.

Ali's story is a great one, and how fortunate that a terrific writer like Jonathon Eig is the one who wrote it.  I suppose that one can never say that something is "definitive", and there will no doubt be other writers in years to come who will take a crack at writing the Muhammad Ali story, but I cannot imagine that they will be able to do a better job than Eig has done in this book.  It gets the full Four Stars from The Grandstander, and I would urge anyone to read it.

Leading up to the publication of "Ali: A Life", Jonathon Eig did a podcast called "Chasing Ali" this past summer.  It was a limited series, only twelve episodes, each about 10-12 minutes in length.  If you are reluctant to tackle a 500 page book, you might want to give this podcast a try.  It may change your mind and really encourage you to read the book.



"Ali: A Life" is Eig's fifth book.  I had read two previous ones, "Luckiest Man", a biography of Lou Gehrig written in 2005, and "Opening Day" from 2007, the story of Jackie Robinson's rookie season in the major leagues.  Both were excellent, and I recommend those as well.  His other two books include one about Al Capone, and another the development and marketing of the birth control pill.  I'm thinking that I need to read the Capone book sooner rather than later.

Cannot write a post about Muhammad Ali without including this famous photo from the first Sonny Liston fight, when Cassius Clay won the heavyweight championship....


...this photo of Marilyn and I at the Ali center in Louisville from 2016....



...and this photo, which is self-explanatory....



Sunday, November 19, 2017

To Absent Friends - Ferdie Pacheco, "The Fight Doctor"

Dr. Ferdie Pacheco
1927-2017
With his most famous client

The news of the death of Dr. Ferdie Pacheco on Friday at the age of 89 arrived rather serendipitously, as I am about halfway through Jonathon Eig's terrific new biography of Muhammad Ali, "Ali: A Life". Pacheco, as you might expect, is a fairly large character in this particular book.

I found it to be an interesting factoid that Pacheco found his way to the gritty 5th Street Gym in Miami, run by Angelo Dundee, and offered his medical services to the trainers and boxers there for the simple reason that it would be a way for him to "get into see the fights for free."  It was this less than altruistic notion that allowed Pacheco to be swept into the entourage of Muhammad Ali and thus play a part in one of the greatest sports sideshows of the twentieth century.  In addition to working with Ali, Pacheco worked with and provided medical services to eleven other world champions trained by Dundee.

In the late 1970's, Pacheco advised that Ali quit boxing as he feared the damage that a lifetime of blows to the head was doing to the boxer.  When such advice went unheeded, Pacheco quit the Ali camp, yet he remained around the fringes of the sport, working as a fight analyst for various television networks.

His obituary in the New York Times ended with this observation and  quote from the Fight Doctor:

Dr. Pacheco became a vocal advocate for enhanced safety measures for boxers. He also had regrets, despite all his good moments in the world of the ring.
“Why was I, an ethical physician with a large charity practice, part of a sport that allowed death?” he once asked. “I never found a suitable answer.”
RIP Ferdie Pacheco







Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Tennessee Waltz (With A Splash of Kentucky Bourbon)

It was at about this time last year that my friend Roger Hansen told me that his daughter Alyssa became engaged, that the wedding would take place in November of 2016 in Nashville, Tennessee, where Alyssa and Adam resided, and that we would be invited to attend.  Thus began a year long process of planning the logistics for a trip to Tennessee.  Nashville is not a quick drive, so Marilyn and I decided that we were going to make a real vacation out of it.  That we were going to do and see things (including one item that had long been on our personal Bucket List) because, honestly, when will we ever be in that part of the country again?

So it was that on Tuesday morning, after being numbers 10 and 11 to vote at our polling place, we set off on this great southern adventure.  The trip took us through five states, covered 1,744 miles, had us spending time in four different hotels, and a lot of time in the car (and, by the way, what did we do before there were in-car navigation systems? What a great invention!), but it turned out to be one tremendous trip.

In chronological order, this is what we did.  Many of these stops along the way deserve their own separate Grandstander posts, so watch for them over the course of the next few days and weeks.  Here we go....

First stop on Tuesday, the Louisville Slugger Museum and Factory.


Yep, that's me next to the giant bat.

Dinner in Louisville was at a sports bar called the Cardinal Hall of Fame Cafe, and even though you have to be well into your sixties to have actual memories of this guy playing, I was glad to see that Johnny U. holds  prominent position on the wall at this place.


Wednesday morning, we hit the road and entered Tennessee.


We arrived in Memphis (about a six hour drive from Louisville) and then checked into the famous Hotel Peabody.


During the course of her business travels over the years, Marilyn had once stayed at the Peabody, an old-style luxury hotel, and our spending two nights there was a true indulgence on our part, but it was well worth it.  What a treat.

That afternoon, we visited two historic sites.  The first was the Sun Records recording studio,


where legendary record producer Sam Phillips discovered a young Memphis boy named Elvis Presley.  Elvis made his first recordings at Sun and signed his first recording contract there.  The place has become a museum, of sorts, to Phillips, Presley, and legendary blues, country, and rock artists such as B.B. King, Howling Wolf, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, and Jerry Lee Lewis.  It is still an active recording studio and contemporary artists like Ringo Starr and U2 have recorded there.

The tour ends in the very studio where Presley made those first recordings.  Hallowed ground to be sure.  You also get a chance to pose with the "very mic that Elvis used" to  make those recordings.


Personally, I am a bit dubious that that was THE microphone, but so what?  For a few seconds, anyway, I was in the footsteps of The King.

From Sun Records, it was on to the Lorraine Motel, the site of the assassination of Dr Martin Luther King, Jr. in 1968.




A very sobering experience.

Back to The Peabody in time to see the famous Peabody Ducks, and their march out of the lobby fountain to the elevator and their home in the Duck Palace on the roof of the hotel.



No trip to Memphis would be complete without a visit to this famous spot.



Thursday morning was that major Bucket List item to which I referred  earlier....




Yes, Graceland, the home of Elvis Presley.  A visit to Graceland is something that Marilyn and I have talked about forever, and it finally happened.  This visit will get its own Grandstander post in the days ahead, so watch for that.  I will only say here that the place exceeded all expectations that we had for it.  An awesome experience.



Okay, Friday morning it was back in the car for another three hours or so to head for Nashville.  When we arrived, we met up with our friend David Cicotello, and we then experienced a real Nashville treat, The Bluebird Cafe.




Like Graceland, the visit the The Bluebird deserves its own write-up, so that will be coming soon.  Many thanks to David for suggesting the place and putting the visit together.

Saturday morning was spent visiting The Hermitage, the home of Andrew Jackson, seventh President of the United States.



On the grounds, both Jackson and his wife are entombed in a small family cemetery.




This marks the fifth Presidential grave that I have visited:  George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Woodrow Wilson, and John Kennedy being the others.

And, of course, ex-banker Marilyn couldn't resist this cornball touristy photo op:


Saturday night, of course, was the raison d'être (Definition: "The most important reason or purpose for someone's or something's existence.")  for the entire trip, the wedding of Alyssa Hansen and Adam Korsvik. 



I know of few things that are happier to be a part of than a wedding, and this one was no exception.  This one was bittersweet, though, because the world lost Denise Hansen, Roger's wife and Alyssa's mom five years ago.  However, we all have faith to know that Denise was there on Saturday night and watching with all of the pride and love that any Mom has on such an occasion.

It was a terrific event.  

We got to spend some time with a bunch of old Highmark friends...



and we cleaned up pretty well ourselves for the night.


Sunday morning, it was back in the car for a three hour drive to Louisville where we visited the Kentucky Derby Museum at Churchill Downs,




where The Grandstander got to pose before one of the most famous Grandstands in the world,


and where I was able to take a photo that will be popping up on both The Grandstander and my Facebook feeds in the future (regular readers will know the context of this):


The final stop on this Grand Tour was the Muhammad Ali Center. 



This is a remarkable museum and cultural center.  It features three floors of exhibit space devoted to Louisville's most famous favorite son.  Lots of video and interactive exhibits.  Terrific stuff, and a must see if you are ever in Louisville.


We broke the trip up by leaving Louisville and stopping about halfway home and staying in a hotel on Sunday night.  It made for a shorter and more relaxing trip home.  We packed a lot of stuff into six days, and it will go down as one of our most memorable trips ever.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

To Absent Friends - Muhammad Ali


Muhammad Ali
b. Cassius Clay
1942-2016

When the news arrived of the death of Muhammad Ali yesterday at the age of 74, I knew that I would be sitting down to write about the death of this Absent Friend, but I was overwhelmed by the thought of it.  How does one summarize the life of one of the most impactful and transformative persons of the late twentieth century, and what could one possibly say?

How about the lead paragraph of the front page story in today's Post-Gazette by Rick Bozich:

He called himself The Greatest, and if you followed the entire show, you understood that it was the most understated thing that Muhammad Ali ever said.

Or this from President Obama:

That’s the Ali I came to know as I came of age—not just as skilled a poet on the mic as he was a fighter in the ring, but a man who fought for what was right. A man who fought for us. He stood with King and Mandela; stood up when it was hard; spoke out when others wouldn’t. His fight outside the ring would cost him his title and his public standing. It would earn him enemies on the left and the right, make him reviled, and nearly send him to jail. But Ali stood his ground. And his victory helped us get used to the America we recognize today.

Or this memory posted on Facebook today by my friend Fred Egler:

So many of our attitudes toward sports, media, minority rights and, yes, even foreign policy are rooted in what Ali did or said. There will never be another Muhammed Ali - and we are all a little bit poorer today for his passing.

Without doubt, Ali was one of, if not THE, most recognizable persons in all of the world, yet, as Bozich's column in the PG states today, if you are 40 years old or younger, you never knew the Ali that so many of us know.  You never saw him fight, never saw him dance, may never have even heard him speak.  If you fall among that group, make it a point to watch all of what will surely be all over the news in the days ahead.  His was a life that is and will continue to be worth knowing.

And how can you write about Muhammad Ali without including this photo, perhaps one of the most iconic sports photos of all time:


Ali defeats Liston

And some other photos of The Champ to show just what a world figure he was:






RIP Muhammad Ali.

Muhammad Ali shook up the world. And the world is better for it. We are all better for it....and we pray that the greatest fighter of them all finally rests in peace." —President Obama