It’s sad, but the man did look terrible for a very long time. Remember how terribly he was shaking due to the Parkinson’s at the 1996 Olympics?
Unfortunately, the “Empire News” site is a satire site. Not as clever as “The Onion”, and much less obvious. That piece of news is fake.
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Ignorance fought, JoseB, though I will add that he was given a replacement medal at the 1996 Olympics.
I assume the Parkinson’s was unrelated to boxing, since anyone can get it. Was any of his early deterioration due to boxing, or did he just get unlucky in the genes lottery?
I was never a fan of his bragging public persona but he was a great boxer and he stuck to his convictions. You have to admire him for that.
I once rode in the same plane with him to AVP. When he stood up in the aisle he filled it. He was very gracious to the kids who wanted autographs.
Sad that his health was compromised so early in life.
Another of the remaining icons of an age is gone. And one who was never for false modesty about his own iconic status.
Through tinted glasses every generation says to themselves as they age, “giants walked the Earth in our days” but this one’s hard to dispute, especially with his global projection during his prime. And I must admit while watching the Olympic opening of Atlanta 96 I teared up, so glad that it could happen while he was still barely able.
BTW let’s not forget he may have been, for many people, without their realizing it at the time, the first rapper they ever heard 
Age and illness took that beautiful flow from both his body and his words too soon but now that he’s gone we can forever just remember him at his peak, as The Greatest.
He even went toe-to-toe with Superman.
Thanks. But that article only mentions that it can be related, not that it actually was in the case of Ali.
I watched one of his fights, on TV, with Ayn Rand and a few others. She was a huge fan of his.
He was so…larger than life. For me, he stood up to “The Man”, demanded respect on his terms, and got it. He was clever, smart, passionate and oh so pretty. He talked shit to everybody, and they took it. He was authentic is a way that’s hard to describe - especially when those who wanted to “put him in his place” declared him a fake - as a boxer, as a Muslim, as an objector to the war. He was the only boxer that I knew that when he fought, everyone around the world would stop and watch.
I am the same age as Obama, and he said what I feel:
My grandfather’s boxer was Jack Johnson, my dad’s was Joe Louis, and I got Ali (I was young enough to have missed all of the Cassius Clay brouhaha - he was always Ali to me). I don’t even like boxing, but in the 70’s, he was the spectacle you didn’t want to miss.
RIP, Muhammed.
Did he knock her out?
mmm
…Rumble, young man, rumble.
My great-aunt actually babysat him a few times when he was a child (although that may be apocryphal).
There’s a quip that no one “gets” unless they have local ties (or are smarter than the average person, Dopers):
I knew Muhammad Ali when he went by his real name. Walnut Street
This year is a bloodbath. Nobody’s safe.
This quote, from Muhammed Ali’s 1975 Playboy Interview
You’re still the prettiest, man.
She went on strike in round 3.
I posted a followup in the split-off pit thread
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=19382019&postcount=60
That was well put. Ali was a bad person who turned into a good person but people are still celebrating the bad person.
I met Cassius Clay back in February of '64. I was 14. Lived in Miami. My Dad took me to see him spar as a birthday present right before the first Listen fight which was in Miami. Sparing match was held in The Miami Beach Auditorium which is right next to The Miami Beach Convention Center where the fight was held. I was a fan. My Dad… he thought Clay was a showman. Said he reminded him of a 1940’s era pro wrestler, Gorgeous George. George, apparently drummed up interest for his matches by clowning around and saying how pretty he was.
We arrived at the auditorium and just as we walked in the door, Clay and 2 or 3 other guys walked in. We stepped back to let them pass. They were all dressed in denim jeans and denim coats. On the back in red script it said, "Bear Huntin.’ " Recall he had a nickname for each of his opponents. Listen was, The Bear. Floyd Patterson… The Rabbit.
Clay sparred with 3 guys 3 rounds apiece. The last opponent was his younger brother, Rudy. He let Rudy hit him quite a bit. The other opponents never laid a glove on him. The other thing I remember from that night is Clay never sat down between rounds.
When the match ended I think some interviews took place with some TV or radio guys. As everyone left I turned around and a few people were standing around the ring get to get an autograph. Asked my Dad if we could go back. There were very people around getting autographs. Maybe 5 or 10. Clay’s Mom and Dads were seated in the first row of seats. They were dressed very nicely. Dad in a suit and Mom in a fancy dress like one would wear going out on Miami Beach. Clay stood in the ring until the last autograph was signed. He signed for me on the back of my Dad’s business card. Handed it too me and I said, “thank you, sir.”
I know Ali signed autographs tirelessly all his life. Of course, Mine is different from almost all the rest. Mine is signed… Cassius Clay. About 2 weeks after that day in Feb of 1964, 52 years ago, Clay became Ali and he never signed the name, Clay again.