Floated like a butterfly...even through the airport.

Cassius Clay, Jr. aka Muhammed Ali, the first man to win the heavyweight championship three times.
These days, most people meet Muhammad Ali by chance, unexpectedly, as in an airport or restaurant. I became one of the lucky few, almost. Although I did not meet him, I did chase him frantically through LaGuardia Airport yesterday with my cell phone in hand. I was under the influence of a rum and diet coke or two. Airports and alcohol go hand in hand for me. I was hoping to get a picture of him from behind or from the side, wherever I could. Something is better than nothing I reasoned. Then I came to my senses which usually does not come easily. Watching him walk by, even though it was with the aid of a walker and his head held high, was memory enough for me. I didn't need a dumb cell phone picture to capture the feeling I had chasing this mountain of a man. It seemed wrong to be in pursuit of someone that deserves to be watched in awe. Not chased after like a butterfly. Just stand back and appreciate the moment, then catch your breath. An American icon is passing by.
I was in New York City for a long weekend with my daughter. We even made it to a Knicks game. Someone mentioned to me how cool it was that I was sitting at Madison Square Garden. Unforunately I was watching the Knicks get pummeled by the Nets. My son's 6th grade basketball team clearly could have beaten them handily that night. As a New York sportscaster said "Defense anyone...? anyone...?" My friend reminded me that so many historical events had happened at the Garden. He mentioned that Muhammed Ali had fought there. It was the first thing he mentioned of all the events which have taken place there. On March 8, 1971, Ali staged a comeback, first against Jerry Quarry in Atlanta then for what was billed as, "The Fight," his first match against undefeated champ, Joe Frazier at Madison Square Garden. He lost. After having this discussion I thought how ironic it was that two days later, this amazing figure in history would be walking through an airport, barely noticed, like every man who needed to be somewhere. His daughter by his side and only another person or two. No big entourage, no flashing lights. Just an old boxer, fighting Parkinson's disease in a black velour althetic suit. He became a political symbol outside the ring and his impact continues to be felt throughout society. Very few athletes can claim a similar impact. What an honor it was to run after this man who has inspired millions worldwide. He has given people hope and courage and proved that anyone could overcome the odds against them.
Ali was not afraid to let people know how he viewed his impact and what he stood for and continues to stand for. Check out the following quotes he made through the years:
Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
When you are as great as I am it is hard to be humble.
Wars of nations are fought to change maps. But wars of poverty are fought to map change.
There are no pleasures in a fight but some of my fights have been a pleasure to win.
The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.
I am America. I am the part you won't recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.
And he makes no apologies for any of his views. There will never be another Ali. As Ali put it best, "it's not bragging if you can back it up". Humble not spoken here. Muhammed Ali always backs it up.


For those who were hoping for a little more controversy other than some terrible displays of officiating, it appears that the choice of the Rolling Stones as the half-time performers at Super Bowl XL might have left some people disappointed. Even though the Stones clearly proved that they are still relevant and solid, some would argue that they were the "safe" choice. No body parts this year except for Mick's jiggly underarms. The Stones were certainly more entertaining than most of the commercials or the entire first half of the game. Wild horses couldn't have dragged me away from watching them. When that tongue staged rolled out they blew the fans in the mosh pit to bits! So what if they are no longer in their 20's? Most 20 year oldswho were watching the game probably took the half-time opportunity to run and buy more liquor. For those of us not needing a bathroom break or more chili, we witnessed the following; that they are still hip and outrageous, still self-promotional, still can wear pencil straight jeans in their 60's and look more toned than a lot of 40 year olds I know. I am sure not every one who watched the game likes the Stones. Some born after 1980 may not even know who they are. But for those of us who danced to Brown Sugar or Jumpin' Jack Flash at Wilson's Ice Cream Shop in the 70's, we stood back in amazement admiring their longevity and Mick's still peculiar strut. Keith Richards still looks the same today as he did 40 years ago...road hard and put away wet. 
Please allow him to introduce himself...he's Mick Jagger...the real deal. The Stones play second to no one of that era. They did have to censor him and impose the five-second tape delay thanks to Janet's display two years ago. Maybe their performance was not what we all recall from days gone by but at our ages, who can remember? Come on those of you under 35...will you never be satisfied? Lighten up youngsters! Sit back, eat your wings, drink your hard lemonades and relax...For God's sake, "it's only rock and roll" not the second coming!