To: FJV who wrote (493 ) 8/6/2000 4:02:15 PM From: mr.mark Respond to of 10489 i see that we agree on these worthless displays. you bring up a good point about ali starting it all. and to a great extent, you are correct. yet, as a huge ali fan, i am forced to ask myself"why did i tolerate it from ali, but now despise it from others?" isn't that a fair question to ask? and i think i can differentiate between ali and these pretenders to his self-promotional throne. for starters, ali was an original. no boxer before muhammed had ever talked of being pretty. none had ever combed their hair in the corner while awaiting a decision. none had ever recited poetry. so the man was a groundbreaker, not a cheap knockoff imitation. secondly, ali's brand of self-promotion was always delivered with a knowing wink to his audience. he was letting us all in on his 'act'. he was playing, we knew he was playing, and he knew we knew... who could take his wide-eyed proclamations of doom for the other fighter as anything other than exaggerations and antics meant to pump ticket sales and piss off opponents? ali was having fun, we were having fun and it was all so new and fresh. these zab judahs and macho camachos have it all turned around. the joke is on them. they don't have the class nor the brains to understand the theatrics they wrap themselves in. they buy into their own pile of crap. they inject this quasi tough guy angle into the proceedings that becomes laughable, and the resulting package is way past unpalatable. yet another differentiation between the master and the knockoffs is the focus. odd as it may sound, ali always kept the light shining on the event ... the thrilla in manilla... the rumble in the jungle, in which he was the star attraction, for sure. but he knew his greatness and did not seek constant reaffirmation from the public. the adulation he received was for what he did and who he was. it wasn't because he wore sequined trunks and a floppy hat and rode a giant clydesdale into the ring. and the adulation was given to him freely! hell, it was thrust upon him. and one might quickly respond, "yes, but, he was always yelling that he was the greatest of all time!" , and that he did. the difference, though, was that he led us in that cheer, that chant. there was no convincing to be done. no smoke and mirrors and conch shells and headdresses. we knew what we had in front of us. a magnificent athlete, the greatest show on earth, pumping his fist in the air and asking us to shout what he already knew... so i say we can't really blame ali. he was The Original Equipment Manufacturer. these puppies are aftermarket reproductions on their best days