Cassius Clay had his good points, as well as other points. Some of his points were sharper and some were duller. However, the effusion of over-adulation for a man of considerable accomplishment, was still a bit much to digest for a reasonable observer.
The Greatest Boxer of All Time
A lot of people have this title, "The Greatest Boxer of All Times" confused. The Greatest Boxer of All Time didn't die recently...he died 47 years ago. He didn't have 5 losses, he had 0.
He didn't have 37 Knock Outs he had 43 (88%). He didn't dodge the draft. He wasn't a race baiter and sure as hell didn't convert to islam.
He was a local kid named Rocky Marciano aka The Brockton Blockbuster (49-0). Don't let mainstream media idolize false prophets.
When he was asked on TV if he could've knocked out Ali in his prime his response was so very classic and classy!! "I'd be conceited if I said I could've, but I'd be a liar if I said I couldn't"
This eulogy-like observation above pretty well summarised my feelings during the week-long orgy of casket-clutching and over-the-top funereal orations. Oddly enough, the canons of Moslem practice require that the deceased be interred from one day to the next. So all these folks who wanted to have their chance at the microphone were actually causing Cassius to be late for reporting for duty, "up there".
El Gringo Viejo