Right, because no one ever called Ali the greatest back when he was alive.
So embarrassing when boxing casuals don't know what the hell they're talking about.
That's the only reason I brought up Louis. I'm far from a boxing casual and would never compare Mayweather to Ali.
Is he your patient? "Yep". I tell him I just want to walk into the room, shake his hand, and bounce. He waits for the herd to move along, says, "Come on"..and we proceed into the room. He introduces me as a resident doctor and there sitting in the flesh, in flannel pajamas is a man who I felt was larger than life. I go to shake his hand and he asks,"You're a doctor?" Yes sir. "You're not as dumb as you look!!" I sit down with him for approximately thirty minutes during which times he does various slight of hand tricks...I tell him everyone knows you're fast man. He then opens a notebook and proceeds to show me inconsistencies in the bible. He was writing them down. He kept repeating the word..Inconsistent. His family started to enter the room and I ,not wanting to overstay my welcome, told him I was going to leave. There's literally about five or six people between him and myself and he looks over them and says, "Be cool man". I told him I was going to try to be half as cool as he was but that was hard to do. He says, "****, I know 
". I fall out laughing. Point at him and walk out. "
Circa 2002/03, I'm ready to finish up my residency in Atlanta. I walk into the pre op holding area on a Monday morning and the ladies say, "You missed it." Missed what? "Muhammad Ali was here on Friday being treated for his Parkinsons. He was running around the hospital, shadow boxing. He had a line behind him like the Pied Piper" You're ******** me?!?! "Nope. He was here. He was signing things for people in his room. His Dr. shut it down after a while because he wanted him to get some rest. I think he's gone now" I literally throw myself into a seat at their desk. Fuming. I was supposed to be at this hospital on Friday but was sent to another one at the last minute. A few minutes pass and one of the ladies picks up the phone and calls upstairs. "Doc, I stand corrected. He's still here, but they're not letting people see him." Like hell, they aren't. If Ali is in this hospital, I'm meeting Ali. Fast forward to the end of the day. I go up the section of the hospital where the folks with money reside. It looked more like a hotel. Turn down service, chocolate on the pillow, etc. I go to the nurses station and there is a group of nurses standing around....one male, the rest female. They break their huddle and I stand by a counter next to the male pretending to look at a chart, while I pretend to fill out a preop. Looking down at my chart, I ask him if Muhammad was on the floor. "Yep", he says while never looking up from his chart
Will never forget it. RIP Champ!!!
Almost forgot the best part of the whole story. When I went into his room, he was watching When we were Kings on TV. I laughed and told him, "Man you're watching yourself on TV?!?!
He laughed and said something about being pretty
Circa 2002/03, I'm ready to finish up my residency in Atlanta. I walk into the pre op holding area on a Monday morning and the ladies say, "You missed it." Missed what? "Muhammad Ali was here on Friday being treated for his Parkinsons. He was running around the hospital, shadow boxing. He had a line behind him like the Pied Piper" You're ******** me?!?! "Nope. He was here. He was signing things for people in his room. His Dr. shut it down after a while because he wanted him to get some rest. I think he's gone now" I literally throw myself into a seat at their desk. Fuming. I was supposed to be at this hospital on Friday but was sent to another one at the last minute. A few minutes pass and one of the ladies picks up the phone and calls upstairs. "Doc, I stand corrected. He's still here, but they're not letting people see him." Like hell, they aren't. If Ali is in this hospital, I'm meeting Ali. Fast forward to the end of the day. I go up the section of the hospital where the folks with money reside. It looked more like a hotel. Turn down service, chocolate on the pillow, etc. I go to the nurses station and there is a group of nurses standing around....one male, the rest female. They break their huddle and I stand by a counter next to the male pretending to look at a chart, while I pretend to fill out a preop. Looking down at my chart, I ask him if Muhammad was on the floor. "Yep", he says while never looking up from his chart
Will never forget it. RIP Champ!!!
Almost forgot the best part of the whole story. When I went into his room, he was watching When we were Kings on TV. I laughed and told him, "Man you're watching yourself on TV?!?!
He laughed and said something about being pretty
@his your not as dumb as you look remark.
