Originally posted by Composite 2992
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The guy whipped around and stuck his fist right in my face. His fist was as big as my head! I gulped and squeaked, "Watch out, I'm the Great White Hope!" Ali pretended to be cartoon-scared and danced away, and then leaped across the room and put reporter John Christensen, who was on the phone, in a headlock from behind. John didn't know who it was, and yowped and dropped the phone. He shrugged out of the headlock, turned around -- and started jumping up and down like a little kid. "Muhammed Ali! Muhammed Ali! Muhammed Ali!" he started shrilling.
So much for cool journalists.
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