MUHAMMAD ALI’S MAGIC
One of my favorite sports reads in a long time, My Dinner with Ali, by Davis Miller.

Ali was the worst driver I’d ever ridden with—other than my alcoholic grandfather near the end of his life. Ali careened from lane to lane, sometimes riding down the middle of the highway, and he regularly switched lanes without looking or giving turn signals. I balled my fists in my lap and pretended to be relaxed. A group of teenage boys became infuriated when he pulled in front of their old, beat-up Firebird and cut them off. Three of them leaned out the windows, shooting him the finger. Ali shot it back.

And that’s probably the 50th best story in this piece.  I encourage you to read.
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MUHAMMAD ALI’S MAGIC

One of my favorite sports reads in a long time, My Dinner with Ali, by Davis Miller.

Ali was the worst driver I’d ever ridden with—other than my alcoholic grandfather near the end of his life. Ali careened from lane to lane, sometimes riding down the middle of the highway, and he regularly switched lanes without looking or giving turn signals. I balled my fists in my lap and pretended to be relaxed. A group of teenage boys became infuriated when he pulled in front of their old, beat-up Firebird and cut them off. Three of them leaned out the windows, shooting him the finger. Ali shot it back.

And that’s probably the 50th best story in this piece.  I encourage you to read.

#GotEmCoach