Showing posts with label boxing. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 1, 2024

Muhammad Ali: A hero and legend

Note: As a former journalist, I was assigned in 2016 by my editor in the now-defunct The Philippine Online Chronicles to write about the then recently-departed boxing legend, Muhammad Ali. Unfortunately, the news website soon folded up and this article didn't see the light of day. Today, after almost eight years, I'm sharing what I wrote here in my blog.

(World Journal Tribune photo by Ira Rosenberg.)

While still bearing his birth name Cassius Clay, only once did the teenaged Muhammad Ali get into trouble at Louisville’s Central High School. It was when he also showed accuracy with a snowball, hitting a teacher with it and getting summoned by the disciplinary board. After expressing his sincere apology, he calmly declared to the three-man board that he was on his way to becoming boxing’s heavyweight champion of the world. He might as well have prophesied then that he would be esteemed as The Greatest.

Born January 17, 1942 in Louisville, Kentucky and named Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr. after his father, Ali’s life in boxing began 12 years later when his bicycle was stolen. The adolescent momentarily left his Schwinn bike at a street corner in Louisville, Kentucky to indulge on free popcorn offered by the yearly Home Show. When he came back, his ride was gone.

Upon learning that there was a police officer at a nearby gym, the distraught black boy ran toward it and was enthralled by the sight of boys – black and white – training in boxing. It turned out that the police officer was off-duty, a white man named Joe Martin who also coached in boxing.

An infuriated Ali reported, “Somebody stole my bike…when I find him, I’m gonna whup him, I’m gonna.” Martin asked, “Do you know how to box?”

Ali never recovered his bike, but he discovered a sport. Under Martin, his journey in mastering and innovating boxing, and becoming the world’s unparalleled icon of the sport, began.

For much of the second half of the 20th century until his passing last June 3, 2016 at age 74, people all over the world knew and revered two living Alis: the courageous and talented fighter inside the ring, and the loud, witty and handsome spokesperson against social injustice and inequality outside of it.

The following are the most significant highlights, the wins and losses, of The Greatest -- within and without the ring:

Olympic gold. Muhammad Ali won the gold medal in the 1960 Rome Olympics as athlete of the US Olympic boxing team, beating  Zbigniew Pietrzkowski of Poland for the championship.

Twin victories over the fearsome Sonny Liston. After breezing through 17 professional fights, Ali finally signed the dotted line to challenge for the heavy-hitting reigning champion Liston. The odds were 7-1 in favor of the champ. With his superior hand speed and footwork, Ali battered Liston into submission, who refused to rise from his stool for the seventh round. Thus, the 22-year-old Ali was officially crowned as the new heavyweight king.

Fifteen months later, Ali defended his title in quicker and more decisive fashion, disposing of the man he wrested the belt from in less than two minutes via the famous (or infamous) “phantom punch”.

Stopping former champ Floyd Patterson. For the scheduled 15-round match, Ali effectively landed his jabs on the game but devastatingly overmatched Patterson, until the referee mercifully stopped the carnage in the 12th. (He beat Patterson again, via knockout, in a rematch years later.)

The Trilogy versus Smokin’ Joe Frazier, culminating in the Thrilla in Manila. Regaining his boxing license in 1970 – three-and-a-half (athletically) inactive years after losing it along with his belt as punishments for his controversial refusal to be conscripted in the US military during the War in Vietnam – Ali was set to face Frazier, who was then his successor as the heavyweight champion.

Abandoning his erstwhile signature fleet-footed style, Ali chose to square and bang with the formidable banger Frazier. In the 15th round of the grueling and gruesome affair, the defending champion knocked Ali down, who got up and lost via unanimous decision.

In the rematch, Ali turned the tables on Frazier; this time, he won the 12-round unanimous decision.

Finally, the 1975 Thrilla in Manila: regarded as one of the best fights of all time. It was a hard-fought 14 rounds of give-and-take, with Frazier’s trainer Eddie Futch ultimately waiving off his battered boxer from fighting for the 15th and ultimate round. The likewise severely-punished Ali, after emerging victorious, claimed that he himself was on the verge of quitting, and that going through that fight was the closest thing to death.

Rumble in the Jungle versus Big George Foreman. In 1974, a year before his third and final fight versus Frazier, Ali was again the underdog.  This time, he was pitted against the man who was generally considered as his most formidable opponent: the unstoppable reigning champion Foreman who previously knocked down another juggernaut in Frazier -- six times until their match was stopped in the second round, grabbing the latter’s title.

Using the “rope-a-dope strategy” – leaning against the ropes while covering and defending with his flexed arms, frustrating and wearying Foreman who eventually outpunched himself – he finally knocked out the heavy favorite with five consecutive unanswered bombs in the eighth.

His last losses. Ali lost his title to Leon Spinks in 1978, in what was then popularly deemed as an upset by boxing fans. Ali regained his title seven months later, which made him the first to win the heavyweight belt three times. Hence, the obviously fading boxing great “retired” for the first time.

Tragically, and allegedly largely due to promoter Don King’s self-serving pecuniary machinations, an undeniably withered Ali donned his gloves two more times, and lost to Larry Holmes (1980) then to Trevor Berbick (1981) in consecutive sorry displays of lost power and virtuosity inside the ring.

The Greatest ended his pugilistic career with a 56-5 win-loss record, including his defeat to Ken Norton in 1973, who dealt him a broken jaw. (Ali faced Norton two more times, winning both rematches.)

Ali vis-à-vis the burning issues of the US-Vietnam War, race, and religion.

“I ain’t got nothing against them Viet Cong.” Ali’s powerful statement on his refusal to be drafted to serve the US armed forces in the US-Vietnam war was part principled defiance based on his religious beliefs as a Muslim along with his opposition to what that war stood for, and part exasperation after being grilled non-stop by reporters on the issue.

According to Robert Lipsyte in his cover article on Ali (for the June 20, 2016 commemorative issue of TIME Magazine), on that particular day, news truck after news truck arrived at Ali’s rented bungalow in Miami from afternoon to dusk. And, reporter after reporter, every newcomer, pressed the champion for his thoughts “about the Viet Cong.” The nth and final time he was asked, he finally snapped with that immortal line of protest.

On another occasion, Ali asked, “What can you give me, America, for turning down my religion? You want me to do what the white man says and go fight a war against some people I don’t know nothing about, get some freedom for some other people when my own can’t get theirs here?” (Seven years earlier, immediately after winning Olympic gold, a segregated restaurant in his very hometown refused to serve him.)  

In 1967, as a consequence of his draft refusal, boxing commissioners stripped him of his championship belt and denied him his license to fight. Then, a jury hastily convicted him of draft evasion.

His conversion to Islam came the morning after beating Liston in their first encounter in 1964. Exercising his religious freedom, Ali confirmed membership in the Nation of Islam.

Ali, writes Lipsyte in his abovementioned piece, “was turning his back on mainstream religion, politics and commerce. He was making a powerful statement in the turbulent 1960s as race riots swept cities, voter-registration workers were attacked and murdered … and the Vietnam War was expanding … Ali was now seen as an outspoken agent of change.”

In 1970, a federal court ordered the New York State Athletic Commission to give Ali his license to fight. And, the following year, the US Supreme Court reversed his conviction.

Ali and Parkinson’s disease.

When Ali died, he had long been suffering from Parkinson’s disease. The disease rendered his once voluble speech barely audible, and shaking involuntarily as with the rest of his once agile body. This debilitating condition had already shown its signs in the legend even before his last fight in 1981. (No conclusive findings showed that Ali developed the disease due to getting repeatedly struck in the head, though there is data that repeated brain trauma makes one more likely to suffer from Parkinson’s.)

The legacy of The Greatest.

Unlike the Filipino loving legend Manny Pacquiao, Ali didn’t seek any elective political office, though in 1979 he played the role of a senator in post-Civil War USA in a TV miniseries. He didn’t become a congressman, but his influence led to the enactment of the Muhammad Ali Boxing Reform Act, a federal law that primarily seeks to protect the rights and welfare of boxers.

To quote his fellow Muslim and black sports legend, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, “Out of the ring, he was a champion of justice. Had Muhammad allowed himself to be drafted, he would have never faced combat and would have still earned his millions. Instead, he would face the punishment for his convictions alone. He willingly stood up for us (African Americans) whenever and wherever bigotry or injustice arose, without regard for the personal cost. I and millions of Americans black and white…have been better off because of him.”

Indeed, the USA and the rest of the world are better off because of the struggles and sacrifices of heroes like Muhammad Ali.

*Note: All quotes are originally from the TIME Magazine commemorative issue of June 20, 2016, from the articles “Muhammad Ali became a big brother to me – and to all African Americans” by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and “Ali: Champion. Outcast. Hero. Legend.” By Robert Lipsyte.

 

 



Monday, August 6, 2012

Milo doesn’t lose, as long as he’s having fun

(Photo: Milo Ezekiel—now seven years old—sculpts a rose from modelling clay and offers it to his Mom.)

I feel guilty for letting my adult, competition-oriented attitude kill the joy my six-year-old son felt, after engaging in friendly rounds of sparring with his new-found friends. (Sorry to the Department of Social Welfare and Development, but I believe that the children’s lack of punching power, further softened by boxing gloves, made those sessions rather harmless. If I’m wrong and legally liable, then do what you have to do.)

One night, I took my eldest child Milo Ezekiel to the martial arts gym that I co-own. While I trained for my coming fight, my little boy played all over the place: he tumbled on the wrestling mat, threw the medicine ball as far as he could, wore the oversized boxing gloves and hit the bags, and ran around like crazy (honestly, he’s a little weird like me).

Soon, around six children climbed up the gym. Coming off the stairs and right before stepping on the mat, each of them joined their palms together, chest-level, and bowed down before Kru Art Pantinople, our muay thai instructor.  Kru Art then told me he trains those kids for free in boxing—both the Western and Thai kind.

Except for the girl who must be eight years old, all the others, three boys and two girls (as I remember) were smaller than Milo. And, all of them including Milo ended up chasing each other playing tag.

Later, two boys clambered up the boxing ring and wore gloves, and were soon striking at each other while the eldest girl acted the referee. Milo, wanting to join the fun, stepped inside the ring and joyfully volunteered to fight next.

The children happily obliged, and helped put the gloves and protective head gear on Milo and his sparring partner. The equipment were all adult-sized, and therefore over-sized for the kids.

My son is quite tall, and has always been one of the tallest in school. And, for his age, he’s on the lean and muscular side. The definition in his shoulders and back are noticeable, compared to other children his age.

Unfortunately for him, his statistical advantages in height, length and weight didn’t matter to his opponent who was a head shorter, during their friendly sparring.

The smaller one, though still awkward in boxing movements, showed the training he has undergone under Kru Art: he kept his sight on Milo and threw accurate punches. My untrained Milo, on the other hand, flailed with his head turned away to his left side—showing his childish and instinctive way of avoiding getting hit in the face.

He fought another and much smaller boy, and it was the same story on the ring.

On the bus along the way home, Milo (still) excitedly remarked, “Daddy, it was fun boxing at the gym!” My honest response was, “Yes, but the children there know how to box.”

Milo’s joyful expression changed into puzzlement, and the smile of satisfaction left his face. With a hint of disappointment at the “mild” disappointment I myself felt (which he apparently discerned), he answered “But, I also know how to box.”

Then I (stupid me) rubbed it on some more and our conversation continued:

“Well, you fell down a couple of times.”

“But, my playmate fell down, too—twice,” he replied then, in a serious tone and facial expression. I wanted to reason out some more, and tell him that those were slips while his were legit knockdowns, but wisely refrained.

Right after breakfast the next morning, for some unkind reason I brought it up again, and told little Milo that, “We’ll both learn how to box, okay?” To which Milo grumbled and dismissed my offer, “No, I’ll just learn on my own,” and left the dining table with a frown.

Next time, I’ll remember that little children just want to play and have fun with one another, unlike us grownups who are too conscious of competitiveness and putting one over the other—in sports and other matters in life.

P.S.,
My apologies to my mother and sister—Milo’s very protective grandmother and aunt, respectively—for putting their wonderful baby through all that. Anyway, I’m sure that those children’s strikes were more pushes than punches, and Milo only ended up leaving from a little rough fun, for his age…right?

Anyway, I’d be wiser with four-year-old Mikael Fedor. (Yup, named after the legendary MMA fighter.)


Milo Ezekiel kneeling at front, wearing a Batman shirt; Mikael Fedor stands behind him, carrying a ball. (Standing from left are S.P.R.A.W.L.-MMA's coach Christian Virtudazo and popular TV and movie actor JM De Guzman.)


Kru Art Pantinople, aside from being a former top-ranked muay thai fighter and certified instructor in the Philippines, also holds a BJJ blue belt from Yuki Nakai, founder of Japan's Paraestra (Shinya Aoki's former team).



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