(Blog number two) George, Ali and me

I gotta tell you, dear Bloggy - I don't feel much like writing today, but I feel as if I don't write something, people will stop reading this and if that happens, what would be the use of writing in here?  Huh?  I can't take the pressure.  I still gotta finish mowing the lawn, the wind is blowing like hell, the house needs cleaning, I got books to read, TV to watch, naps to take.  I need lots more hours in order to get this all done.  And every day I gotta go through this.  Work, work, work.  Ever since I retired I have not had the time to get things done.

I figured out one day that it is like when you were a kid and you would wake up on a Saturday and race out to play.  You never wanted to stop.  "Aw, Mom.  I don't wanna come in."  It's like that.  Never enough time.

You know, one time I was talking to our mailman about my retirement - how much I liked being retired and all that, and he started sending my retirement checks to other places - District attorney's office, welfare office, etc. I didn't find this out until I had spent a couple of days going from one place to another.  I can't even remember where I started in the track-down.

My wife, who takes care of me 'cause I can't,  called his supervisor for me and reamed him out.  That got it taken care of.  What's the matter with people anyhow?  Huh?

I always enjoyed when someone was happy.  I got happy too, vicariously I guess.  But I have slowly learned that there are many people that don't wanna hear that you are having a good run of fortune.  Not at all.

What got me thinking about this was that I was debating deleting describing (alliteration - neat, huh?) how bad I got it since I retired.  But I don't want to start censoring myself just so people will like me.  I got this "words to live by" and it goes like this;  "No matter what you do, some people will love you for it and some people will hate you for it, so you might as well do what you want."

I got a lot of those Words To Live By - my philosophy in cliches, I guess you might say.  They save me time sometimes.  I thought I might list them someday along with my list of potential book and movie titles.

GEORGE THE GIANT KILLER

Years ago I saw a documentary on Muhammad Ali and it was all about that famous fight of his with George Foreman in Zaire.  In that also famous knockout, what I saw was George getting up on one knee, looking at the referee, and at the count of eight, the ref signaled that it was all over.  "What?" I go.  I thought maybe George's eyes were glazed or something - the ref could see it, but I couldn't.  After all, nobody said anything about it over the years - not the sportscasters, not the columnists, not the talking heads of TV, nobody.  Must been glassy eyes that did it.

George wrote an autobiography called, "By George," and in it he describes that fight.  Lots of funny things went on with his manager and his cornerman and not funny HaHa things either.  George says he wasn't hurt by the punch, could have got up immediately and was in fact glad it had happened because it would make Ali tend to "go in for the kill," and do George's kind of fight, him being the much heavier puncher.

George says that he wanted to get up, but his cornerman kept telling him to stay down.  If I remember what I read right, George was puzzled by these instructions, but obeyed anyhow.

I think George got robbed by trickery and unethical actions.  I find it hard to believe that Ali was a party to this, and I hope he wasn't, but I don't think he won that fight on the fair.

This is all for now.