If you were around in the 1990s, the George Foreman you knew was a gentle giant. You could see the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, which was often. He would talk about his faith in such a warm way that even if you didn’t believe, you wanted to believe. The old boxing heads would tell you about his transformation from what he was in the 1970s, back when he was boxing’s heavyweight champion. The words they used made no sense.
Brooding. Mean. Terrifying.
Impossible when talking about the teddy bear who knocked out Michael Moorer just shy of his 46th birthday to recapture the heavyweight title.