One day when I was a boy sitting in front of the black-and-white TV in our family room, a sports reporter interviewed a young man by the name of Cassius Clay.  He was getting ready to fight the then–heavyweight champion of the world, Floyd Patterson.  The press and fans loved Floyd Patterson.  He was a proper gentleman: soft-spoken and...well, a real nice guy who knew how to stay in his lane. With the microphone in front of him, the young man took no time in letting the reporter and world know that he was going to give the reigning champ a "whooping."  He was going to "float like a butterfly and sting like a bee."  Leaning into the microphone, he jutted his head up and declared himself to be the greatest of the greatest of all fighters. Sitting next to me were my parents with what I can best describe as a horrified and revolted look on their faces.  You know, grimacing, face twitching...the...(Read Full Article)