"I am the greatest!" Who can forget the cocky trademark phrase that was delivered by the most endearing boxer of all time? Retracing Muhammad Ali's vibrant life is an opportunity for audiences to reexamine American history.
Childhood heroes never die though. They last forever. And for me and The Reaper... Muhammad Ali, nee Cassius Clay in Louisville, Kentucky... will always and forever be... the one and only.... eternally... "The Greatest."
In a society in which capital has disproportionate power over labor, and in which organized labor is on the decline as a proportion of the labor force, it's incumbent on leaders of organized labor not to make it easy for their enemies to make them the issue.
This is a charming and disarming geezer sports movie. Somewhat formulaic, but a lot of fun regardless. In fact, you may get so caught up in the moment you'll celebrate your gray and throw your Grecian Formula away.
The other day I was meeting with a book club, and a woman asked me, "How do you write oh-sh** moments? You know what I mean. When a character suddenly realizes everything is about to hit the fan. I responded that, "It helps if you've lived through thousands of them." I know, because I have.
When pundits make hyperventilating claims about Obama's alleged campaign appeasement, it is vital to note that Obama has played this game before. Those who are calling for an all-out assault against McCain have short memories.