Where were you.

I was three. Probably throwing toys around my room, angsting desperately over the result of this transcendent event.

 

My Mam and Dad were born the year after.

 

So you're 12 yrs old now?

I was in college in the Bronx and was totally into this fight. I can't remember if I watched it....not having any spare cash I certainly couldn't pay for a ticket and no one else had the cash for paying for the fight, so I remember reading about it the next day in the NYC papers. There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth by liberal writers about Ali's loss. I recall years later hearing Bryant Gumbel recalling how he actually cried after the fight.

 

When they built the ladder to Heaven?

 

I was 6 and a half and Little Red Lopez hadn't turned pro yet, so I was watching who ever was fighting at the Olympic Auditorium. Didn't know heavyweights existed back then.

 

In the ether above the ring in Madison Square Garden. Waiting

 

I was 3. I first truly became aware of Boxing 2 years later when Frazier came to the UK to fight Joe Bugner. You could buy hand puppets of the Fighters and I had them both.
The first time a fight really mattered to me was Zaire. I was so worried for Ali. The memory of my Dad coming in to wake me up for school and telling me the result is so fresh it could be yesterday.

 

Wasn't born yet bruh

 

Twasn't even a twinkle in me mamas eye.

 

Me mam wasn't even a twinkle in me nan's eye. Actually, me nan was only like four years old.

 

I would not be conceived in the back of a Hillman Avenger until seven years later.

 

I was 15 months old.

 

Me mam is older then ye nan

 

I was about a year and a half old so forgive me if my memory of the live fight night is just a little bit hazy