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I see my trainer, Shawn, three days a week, and one day he told me something that had happened the last time he had been at the new Barclays Center in Brooklyn. He had been getting a soda during a game when he saw the Champ at the back of the concession, talking to a friend — not front and center, but not incognito or buffered by entourage.

Shawn’s sports were football, powerlifting, and bodybuilding, but he follows all the popular ones — and everyone knows, or knew, the Champ. One of Shawn’s terms of praise is “old school,” and the Champ is surely that. He was the heavyweight champion of the world in the late Eighties, when he had an aura of invincibility and sheer force that lifted him above the average champion and made him a totem. He was as well known as Muhammad Ali. My wife and I were in a game preserve in southern India where the guide praised the size and strength of an Indian bison — height, six to seven feet; weight, about a ton — by calling it by the Champ’s name. His fall was almost as spectacular as his fame, and in a way augmented it — losses; divorce; jail time for rape; dirty fighting; beggared by parasites and his own fecklessness.

Professional boxing itself is old school these days. The Champ was succeeded by some high-profile fighters, then by some obscure fighters, then by some obscure foreign fighters. Recently one of the regulars in the gym asked who the heavyweight champion of the world was, and no one knew offhand. Some Russian? What people watch instead is mixed martial arts.

But now here was an opportunity to speak to the former champion, and Shawn was not going to let it pass.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” he told the two men, “but I wonder if I could talk to the Champ?” No problem, they assured him. Another one of Shawn’s terms of praise is “humble,” which is a general rule for living, but applies especially to people who have any sort of fame or standing. Don’t be arrogant, be mindful of your admirers. One of the bodybuilders at the gym got his pro card — an arduous process, requiring years of training, thousands of dollars of drugs, and prevailing in amateur contests which are capriciously judged. After he had completed that obstacle course, Shawn told him that he would have fans, and he would have to be humble. Whatever he had once been, the Champ was now humble himself.

Shawn pressed on: “I met you before, but you probably don’t remember, it was years ago.”

“I have a good memory,” the Champ said, interested now as well as agreeable. “Try me.”

Shawn is from the Bahamas and in his early twenties he worked security at a big resort outside Nassau. The Champ was there, in his glory days, enjoying himself in the casino. Also there was a local boxer named Buster — a big deal at home, but with no skills beyond brawling. He had the personality of a brawler too, and he decided to get in the Champ’s face, blustering, provocative. He thought he could be the man who slugged Liberty Valance. The Champ took it for a while, then knocked out four of his teeth. Uproar. Casino security moved in and hustled the Champ out by a side door, away from prying eyes and yakking mouths.


Contents
February 25, 2013    |     Volume LXV, No. 3

Articles
Features
  • How Chicago reclaimed the projects but lost the city.
  • A bad idea rises from the ashes.
  • Beyond the Beltway, the Right is thriving.
Books, Arts & Manners
  • Jay Nordlinger reviews Tested by Zion: The Bush Administration and the Israeli–Palestinian Conflict, by Elliott Abrams, and Little Red: Three Passionate Lives through the Sixties and Beyond, by Dina Hampton.
  • Mona Charen reviews What Is Marriage? Man and Woman: A Defense, by Sherif Girgis, Ryan T. Anderson, and Robert P. George.
  • Florence King reviews The Caning: The Assault That Drove America to Civil War, by Stephen Puleo.
  • John J. Miller reviews The Mummy’s Curse: The True History of a Dark Fantasy, by Roger Luckhurst.
  • Ross Douthat reviews Silver Linings Playbook.
  • Richard Brookhiser discusses boxing and praises the Champ.
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The Long View  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Athwart  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Poetry  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Happy Warrior  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .