I was born in the sixties, raised it the seventies.
Then the eighties happened.
We’re sorry about the eighties, really we are.
The seventies, though, what a great time. The life, the joy, the excess.. An era to never be repeated.
We had ‘events’.
Evel Knievel jumped Wembly Stadium, plans were made, groups gathered. His crash broadcasted in horror worldwide.
Elvis Presley had the world’s first satellite broadcast concert in 1973. We were stuck to the tube.
But, Ali.
The Champ.
Oh, how we would wait.
Anticipate and activate.
In the yard, a left, a right.
A shot that jarred.
What did you muffle??
Not me, I did the Ali shuffle.
The Champ was an occurrence. An event.
A spectacle.
Muhammad Ali represented the best in man. A person who was willing to sacrifice everything important in his life to hold onto his ideals.
A man willing to be oppressed to fight oppression.
Willing to walk through Hell for his heavenly cause.
Champ, you inspired a generation of excess, you met with great leaders.
You became a beacon of peace.
Muhammad Ali, you are still a hero.
Bless your journey.
bradcurtis68 