The time may have come to say goodbye to Muhammad Ali, because very honestly, I don't think he can beat George Foreman.

Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!

Sports is human life in microcosm.

Arrogant, pompous, obnoxious, vain, cruel, verbose, a showoff. I have been called all of these. Of course, I am.

Boxing is drama on its grandest scale.

Stand for something. Don't quest for popularity at the expense of morality and ethics and honesty.

Then there is a still higher type of courage - the courage to brave pain, to live with it, to never let others know of it and to still find joy in life to wake up in the morning with an enthusiasm for the day ahead.

What's right isn't always popular. What's popular isn't always right.

O. J. has an uncanny instinct for sensing when to make the move, when to makethe cut. He can kill you with a headfake, he can kill you with the swiftness of his legsand the ability to be in a direction at any single second. He also kills you with hisvariation of speed... (on some of the ways O. J. Simpson can kill)

Unlike any other sport, the objective in boxing is chillingly simple: One man purposefully endeavors to inflict bodily harm on another man.

The importance that our society attaches to sport is incredible. After all, is football a game or a religion? The people of this country have allowed sports to get completely out of hand.

After all, is football a game or a religion?