Final Thoughts on Ali….and Gordie Howe
Nice to be back in the NYT, twice in one day – courtesy of two hard hitters, Gordie Howe and Muhammad Ali.
The Times resurrected a column I did in 1996, the morning after Ali’s stunning appearance, carrying the Olympic torch.
Then by coincidence, they also used a column I prepared a year ago, when Gordie Howe had a stroke.
Two great athletes in vastly different sports, one expanding his strong personality over the years, the other subordinating himself to his sport and his home of Canada.
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Some thoughts on the farewell to Ali:
I was asked to provide some color for the funeral for the lively New York television station, NY1, which, alas, I cannot access on Long Island due to cable rivalries.
I spent a pleasant afternoon with Roma Torre, the anchor (and daughter of epic New York Herald Tribune journalist Marie Torre.) She let me share some of my glimpses of Ali, in Louisville, where I lived for a few years, and at boxing events. In between, we watched the farewell to Ali.
It was fascinating to see Ali as touchstone for the religions and passions and politics of so many disparate people – the activist, Rabbi Michael Lerner of New York, Chief Oren Lyons of the Onondaga Nation (unidentified as a great Syracuse lacrosse player and teammate of another Greatest, Jim Brown), and so many Ali women, with his verbal gifts and his beauty.
When I called home, my wife raved about Billy Crystal, for catching Ali (and Howard Cosell) just perfectly, telling how Ali stopped jogging at a swank country club in the New York suburbs after Crystal mentioned that the place was known to exclude Jews.
The one over-riding impression of Ali was a man who did righteous things, in small and hidden and often funny ways – in contrast to his public bombast and occasional cruelties. I liked him even better afterward.
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My column on Ali at the Atlanta Olympics revived my memory of how it came about – as pure afterthought, blessed inspiration, the next morning, on three hours of sleep, when I had committed to covering the first gold medal of the Games, for shooting. My strongest memory is of an Iranian woman in full chador, competing, making it a truly universal Olympics.
But as I banged out my column smack on deadline for the first Sunday edition, I realized we (I) needed to get back to what it mean for Ali to materialize like that, high above the stadium, like a comet, glowing brightly. I consulted with our Olympic bureau chief, my pal Kathleen O. McElroy, and we got a short column done for the second edition, and for posterity. How sweet that the NYT would find it again this week (with a photo by the great Doug Mills, now taking photos of President Obama in the White House.)
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It touched me to see Ali buried in Cave Hill Cemetery, in one of the most beautiful corners of Louisville – steep hills, limestone outcroppings, Beargrass Creek flowing through it, with tombs of many famous Louisvillians – veterans on both sides of that ghastly Civil War, plus George Rogers Clark, Joshua Speed, Barry Bingham Sr. and Barry Junior (who was so hospitable to me in my two-year stint as Appalachian Correspondent for the NYT) and Col. Harland Sanders (whom we once saw eating ice cream one night – in a Howard Johnson’s.)
We almost bought a house in that funky old neighborhood of the Highlands – always sorry the deal fell through -- and when I returned for the Derby I would duck the Oaks on Friday and go jogging in the Highlands, including through Cave Hill Cemetery. When it quiets down, I’ll go back and pay respects to Ali. RIP.
6/11/2016 12:27:56 pm
A beautiful piece of writing on the moral legacy of Ali along with the background of personal memories. And fortunately Vecsey's old skill at description returns.
6/11/2016 02:15:19 pm
Thank you for the beautiful writing and beautiful memories of Ali! So glad to find you & to know what you're up to!
6/11/2016 03:55:26 pm
George—an excellent and heartwarming tribute to the “greatest”.
6/11/2016 05:15:25 pm
My 12 year old son Michael (now a 34 year old JAG captain in the Army) and I met Gordie Howe in Montreal in 1994 (I think that was the year). He was so nice to Michael. Gordie engaged Michael in a brief conversation about hockey and school. He autographed Michael's All Star program. Unfortunately I was not carrying a camera. Michael throughout his hockey career, when available, wore #9, partially as a tribute to Mr. Hockey.
6/11/2016 05:47:37 pm
George says Marianne raved about Billy Crystal. Here's the link. It's very fine. Am also including the link for an earlier tribute of Crystal's to Ali.
John From West Texas
6/11/2016 11:06:22 pm
From a non-hockey guy living in non-hockey West Texas: three Gordie Howe stories.
6/12/2016 07:41:38 am
George, I wonder if you were a French soldier of fortune in another life? Often your blog posts remind me of the old French fairy tale, "Stone Soup." You start things off with a beautiful magic stone that coaxes many flavorful vegetables out of the basements and makes a very satisfying meal for all. Nice.
6/12/2016 09:15:15 am
Brian, thanks for the lovely words. All I can say is that I was encouraged, at 18-19-20, by my mentors at the old, lamented Newsday, to write as well as report. It's like Don Baylor would say about coming up with the Orioles, they taught me to play the game.
6/17/2016 08:01:46 am
Great writing as usual George. Although I was pleased to hear that Ali refused to run with the NYAC guys he did associate himself with some card carrying anti-semites such as Farakhan and Sharpton.
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