George Foreman knows what a bad day is. He traveled all the way to Zaire, now the Republic of Congo, to fight Muhammad Ali. People forget that George was the heavyweight champ at the time, and Ali the challenger. It must have been tough for George to ride through the streets on the way to the fight listening to thousands of black faces chanting “ALI BUMAYE!” Translated, this means ” KILL HIM ALI!”
Nobody wanted to see George win, not Don King, Not President Mobutu, and apparently not one African. Why? It was Ali’s time. As he was apt to remind us, he was prettier, smarter, faster, and stronger. With the world against him George Foreman went down in the 8th round, a victim of the rope-a-dope and a straight right hand.
An incredible to believe 20 years later, George Foreman completed his comeback bid to regain the world heavyweight title at age 46. The Muhammad Ali era had come and gone, yet here was George Foreman- still hanging around the gym. Twenty-one years after defeating Smokin’ Joe Frazier to win his first championship title George stood over an unconcious 26 year-old Michael Moorer as the heavyweight champion of the world.
George Foreman is a fighter, and so is the Wrecking Ball, and so am I.
GEORGE BUMAYE! JUANCHO BUMAYE! WRECKING BALL BUMAYE!
I’m a lover.
That is the word on the streets.
Thanks Man. I needed the boost.
So easy to remember Ali and forget about Foreman’s comeback. Thanks! 🙂
I’m seeing myself as more the Walter Matthau coach in The Bad News Bears.
This quitting thing. It’s a hard habit to break once you start.
I need a day off. Today the hill seems to steep. Looking for insight I found your advice. Thanks
Though, I am still takng the day off.
I say with the utmost respect how much I like making paninis on my Foremanator grill. I can’t hardly wait for my Juanchonator Tator Totter Maker!
Dang girl, don’t tell these people about that. They will rob us blind before we make a dime.