Cassius Marcellus Clay was training at Reds Meadows Training Camp, in Hemet at the time. Boppa (my grandfather) and I would often go sit in the old wood bleachers with 6 to 10 others and watch him spar. After his workout he would dance a little and with arms raised tell us, "I AM The Greatest!" Boppa told me to watch him because he could just become the greatest. We were there often enough that one afternoon he took us inside, talked and toyed with us and then let me hit the heavy bag. When he hit it, it flew so easily, I assumed it was full of cotton and....damn near broke my fist. It's full of sand!
Well, Ali provided Boppa and me many a fun night. Whenever he fought, I would pick Boppa up @ La Costa and drive into San Diego to The Sports Arena and watch the fight on big screen. If I was in college in Menlo Park I would fly home to watch Ali with Boppa, it was "our thing." I don't think we missed a fight. We would have a few (ya right) beers and watch Ali. I am so very thankful for those times. Believe it or not, Boppa was a chick magnet for me and we were Ali's biggest fans! We would always leave the fight either hoarse or voiceless from our "instructions" to our friend during the fight. All of his fights were an incredible emotional roller coaster for both of us!
I have owned and displayed this poster of Ali, standing over Sonny Liston with the caption. "IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING" for over 30 years. This man changed me and changed the world. Boppa WAS RIGHT, HE DID TURN OUT TO BE THE GREATEST!
Thank you Muhammad Ali. You gave Boppa and me so much.