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Edited on Sat May-17-08 06:49 AM by Samantha
He danced across the Olympic boxing stage more quickly than a tae kwon do tornado, whipping down to earth as if a killer whirlpool. So graceful was his footwork across the ring, Michael Jackson must have gazed at the sight of him in open awe. His punches were lightning-bolt swift and just as electrifying. He fought the bruising battle like a giant smashing a bug with a swat too quickly to be observed with the naked human eye. His float like a butterfly, sting like a bee motto could not have been more fitting. He was mesmerizing – this man to be known as Muhammad Ali.
And so I watched from across the room with unabashed thrill at the sight of a man participating in a sport I had vigorously avoided all my young life. It was simply too barbaric a thing - that sport called boxing -- for me to observe. Yet here I stood in my Republican father's living room, saying "look at him, look at him!" The man from Tennessee watched momentarily and then responded, "He's no Joe Lewis." "But that's why I like him," I excitedly yelled.
I followed the career of Muhammad Ali the rest of his professional life. As a young female who migrated from Knoxville to Washington, my ears were roundly boxed at times by all my Southern family members. "What do you possibly see in him - this guy who's going to ruin boxing?" was their constant admonishment.
As his career started to take off, I found myself some years later just a few short miles from where he set up his training camp to prepare to fight Jimmy Young. By then, I was married to an artist, who himself practiced tae kwon do by night, and indulged in photography with a gifted eye. This man I married had zero interest in the boxing world. But knowing of my fascination with Muhammad Ali, he came home to tell me one night of the training camp just down the road from where we lived.
"Would you like to go -- I could take some pictures for you," he asked.
Later that evening, there my artist mate was at ringside, snapping away with the press photographers. Roll after roll of film he took. It was simply one of the best nights of my life. When the film was developed, he asked me to pick two that he would enlarge. Today, these two are among my most valued treasures. One of them is a close up of a young Muhammad Ali. Every muscle from the waist up is captured in one of the photographs, showing beads of perspiration dripping from the ripples of those incredible muscles after his dazzling workout in the ring. The other is a full body shot which showcases the perfect position of the man in action, pulverizing the leather of a full body bag, with the bag in full swing into the air, and the body of the boxer throwing a perfectly-executed punch. Both are simply beautiful.
Later in Washington, D.C., it was my pleasure during a small moment in time almost to have been accidentally knocked down by Muhammad Ali. To my enduring regret it almost happened - but not quite - and thus I was deprived of the sheer joy of being able to brag the rest of my life "I was knocked down by Muhammad Ali." But that's another thread for another day....
So why is a thread about Muhammad Ali floating like a butterfly in the DemocraticUnderground - General Discussion: Primaries forum, one wonders.
Barack Obama is to the political world what Muhammad Ali was and is to the boxing world.
Both ones-of-a-kind destined to change the fields in which they played, these two men I believe are incredibly unique participants in brutal sports - that of boxing and that of politics - it has been my thrill to observe. Both are giants who came out of nowhere and knocked the socks off those who challenged them. With incredible speed, dexterity, intelligence and originality embedded in a charismatic frame, they came, they played, and they delivered with astounding punches.
Their lives will be chronicled in very different historic frames, but one common thread exists between the two of them as a result of their fighting debuts: they landed in the public eye with a jarring descent and they persevered against incredible challenges with an ease of natural talent on abundant display. Both gave joy to those who observed their respective ascents into history.
Perhaps it was observing Muhammad Ali boxing his way into sporting history that prepared me to dive into the political arena as a sporting enthusiast enamored of the Inside-the-Beltway Number One past-time. Seldom in any one lifetime does one have the privilege of witnessing up close the debut of an original master in his or her field. The sighting of two such masters in their fields -- Muhammad Ali and Barack Obama -- is purely a gift too much to hope for by any one person.
I look forward to your comments on my late-night ruminations, my DU friends, in particular Old Crusoe, as to my political sporting comments from Inside the Beltway …
Now, back to watching Barack Obama floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee against our Republican opponents ....
Sam
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