In 1996 I saw the film When We Were Kings at a small theater in Georgetown, Washington D.C. I never knew much about boxing beyond the standard headlines, but there was something heroic about the subject matter that attracted my attention.
I’m always on the lookout for such things, you see. I can just feel them.
A few years back, I bought up a number of old DVDs from a liquidation sale of a Blockbuster Video store in my city that was going out of business. When We Were Kings was one of the films. I see it every now and then, always inspired by its timeless message.
And what a great story this is. It’s too bad that a lot of younger guys I talk to have no idea about the life and career of Muhammad Ali. Hence this article. Who will protest against another telling of this incredible tale?