Does anyone else wanna see a George Foreman movie?

[Willie Pep 229]

Not to mention during his comeback in the 90s he became the oldest man to become heavyweight champion. That’s pretty significant.

Yea - loved by aging 'boomers' all over America.

[The Old LefHook]

Let's put it this way: it would make such a good movie that no one is doing it or even considering it. Our own boys may be right that George did too thorough a job of promoting his own story, precluding any immediate need of a recounting. Give it 50 years.

And give the local vets credit: ol' Ears playing Clay was indeed terrible stuff.

[QueensburyRules]

Yea - loved by aging 'boomers' all over America.

- - Yup, Big George and Nolan were huge shining examples still relevant in their mid 40s still knocking the kiddos down.

I worked for a hybrid tech start up composed of early 20s college grads/students managed by a pack of 30 year old 8th grade buddies. Only myself and 2 other guys were in our 40s. A few kiddies thought they could harass me about my age. When I started I hadn't yet put together all the pieces of organization, but the overall conversation was so juvenile that one day I'm asking myself why I was feeling like I was in 8th grade again, and then Voila!

So the Kiddos put together a flag football team "tryout" for the city rec league and asked me to their practice. I never liked football coaches hence my sole 9th grade season in pads, but we played endless padless tackle football. My next door 40ish sportswriter neighbor and his 20ish BB captain neighbor from Ol' Miss went 2 on 2 street touchball using little toy footballs with my brother for some fine heated sessions heavily punctuated with long bombs of those little demons. I graduated for college now with 25 years of rust. When I saw my main antagonist who was a HS fullback was listed on the roster...**BooM))...game on!

Captains were elected just like the ol' days, they picked the teams, and just like when I was 4 years old, I was chosen last and given my antagonist as my assignment, me at 155 to his 240. I ran over him twice on reception attempts because he cut ******ly right in front of me, and later when he attempted an end around run, I popped his fanny a pair of hard slaps(We had no flags yet) that generated some moaning, squeaky, woozy, noises as he keeled over right in front of our manager short of the scrimmage line.

Incredulously "You just knocked me down."

Nodding the affirmative, "Yeah, two below!"

Two early 20s collegiate(UHouston/Kansas) def/run backs made receptions that I was able to cut off the long runs in spite of them not being my assignment, but eventually the running back had too much of a head start. I escorted him at full steam all the way to the end zone as I at that point wasn't inclined to put out a lunging effort so late in the session. I had already caught two long TD passes as our team whooped their team, the only two passes thrown to me. Next AM I could barely get out of bed much less walk, but as I carefully walked into the office, all the old man jokes disappeared as my main antagonist was now in the figurative curtsy phase of our relationship.

Most immaculate football game I ever had all thanks to the Holy Grail of Motivation.