He's 70, but looks more like 90.
I'll give him full credit for being one of the best fighters of all time, and surely the greatest of his time. But I also have to give him "credit" for a few other things:
disrespecting the USA by refusing to serve;
embracing and popularizing a hateful and perversely racist version of Islam;
making sportsmanship, grace, humility, and respect for opponents old-fashioned and scorned by many in following generations;
giving birth to the culture of "me" in sports. Yes, I give him the credit for stupid touchdown dances, prancing and dancing after routine plays, taunting, showboating, chest-thumping, and other forms of endless, juvenile self-promotion by athletes in all sports.
I also blame him for the glorification and legitimization of "attitude" -- you know the attitude I mean: "I am ME and I am BAD, and it's all about ME. So respect ME, and I don't owe you nothin'."
Before Ali, such manifestations of arrogance were frowned upon. After Ali, they have become mainstream. Maybe it was inevitable without him, but he is the symbol of those things for me.
I hope Mr. Ali will forgive me for not fawning all over him like most other people are doing today. I realize he has done more good things for some people than I probably ever will, and that he has brought hope to many people (even while superficially inflating the pride and anger of others). I know he could probably punch me into another dimension of space and time even at his age.
Most of all, I realize I do not know the real Muhammad Ali and that I lack the qualification and authority to pass judgment on the man. So I hope he enjoys the day and the rest of a long and happy life.
But still, I'll always relish the night Smokin' Joe knocked him down, and I will always resent him for being a trailblazer down a path I wish sports and society had not traveled.
[ ] And you kids stay off my lawn!! [/ ]