Muhammad Ali is from Louisville and I am not. This is not the only difference between us.
Ali had great hair, and I do not. Ali was a terrifyingly good athlete, and I was not. Ali had an incredible, inimitable way of speaking. I mumble and stumble. If I was honest about my heroes, I would probably be better served looking up to Bob Newhart.
But I'm not, and – with all respect to Bob – he's not. And Muhammad Ali is dead, passed away Friday night at the age of 74.
I'm young and, though I'd like to say that I knew who Muhammad Ali was before the Atlanta Olympics I'm not sure if that's the case.