The gushing and over-the-top praise of the late Louisville Windbag continues apace, and shows no sign of abating. Can sainthood be far behind?
Typical of the genre is a piece by a Tampa Bay Times columnist who, after suggesting that Muhammed Ali put Earth in a new and better orbit through the sheer power of his wisdom and goodness, and sharing a touching vignette of how he, the columnist, cried himself to sleep at age 12 after Joe Frazier smoked Ali in 1971, he let slip this counter-revolutionary note: “He wasn’t perfect.”
Gee, Ali wasn’t perfect. Ya think? To suggest that Ali wasn’t perfect is on the order of suggesting that Niagara Falls, from certain angles, appears to be somewhat large.
