- ghayasosseiran77
- May 22, 2024
- 1 min read
Muhammad Ali had this old trainer named Reverend Williams who used to preach on Sundays at a church out in St. Louis. He’d always praise lightweight to the heavyweights he used to train. Used to refer to heavies as “those dinosaurs”. At the ring of the bell he’d yell “Get in the ring and kick the goddamn dinosaur’s ass.” Whenever he thought his fighters were getting “too big” he’d tell them this joke:
A great big dinosaur strolls through the jungle. Left and right animals would scurry at every step. Until the dinosaur ran into a four-legged runt no bigger than a dog, plotted, defiantly immovable. ‘Why aren’t you running you little shit’ the dino grunted. The runt lifted his chin and yelled up “‘Because I ain’t scared of your ass.’...lighting up a big cigar” he continued “In a few million years your ass is gonna be extinct…As for me, I’m gonna grow up to be a horse.” And the Reverend would wheeze and burst in hearty laughter (220).
The dinosaur was too big for its own good, too slow and pompous to outrun the Meteorite. The wise young buck stood on growth in the long haul and steadfast resolve. Sure dinos might swing heavy right now, but after a few millennia, runts become horses and apes form cities; if they remain adaptable, humble, and defiant against incoming challenges.
Durham, R. (1975). The greatest Muhammad Ali / my own story. Random House.
