I watched an old Thrilla in Manilla documentary a few months ago. I’d forgotten about the brutality of that fight and I’d failed to remember the paucity of Frazier’s words versus Ali’s bluster. Fourteen rounds in one hundred degrees of Manila humidity.
Frazier beat Ali in 1971 at Madison Square Garden but we all know how the Ali-Frazier meetings concluded thereafter.
You can rest now, Joe-Joe. Worry no more about the trash-talk.
Onward. Pugilistically…butcept only with words.
PS…I took LFG to Abercrombie Kids on Sunday. The experience made the Thrilla in Manilla seem like a walk in the park. I’d never been in an Abercrombie Kids store and I won't return. I’d never been in an Abercrombie otherwise…at least not since it became some kinda damn adolescent hoochy-coochy show. I’m still not over it. Bofe my eyes remain swolt shut and my head’s still pounding.