Interesting read

[The Surgeon]

Since you like it...I thought I will give you another:-

Liston: "It a plane crashed between Mexico and California, where would they bury the survivors"

By the way do you think Liston can be pulled by the ear to do a covershoot? Well hell yea...it was done...

"If he had no respect for Clay, Liston was like a child around the radio hero of his boyhood, Joe Louis. When George Lois, then an art director at Esquire, decided to try the black-Santa cover, he asked his friend Louis to approach Liston. Liston grudgingly agreed to do the shoot in Las Vegas. Photographer Carl Fischer snapped one photograph, whereupon Liston rose, took off the cap and said, "That's it." He started out the door. Lois grabbed Liston's arm. The fighter stopped and stared at the art director. "I let his arm go," Lois recalls.

While Liston returned to the craps tables, Lois was in a panic. "One picture!" Lois says. "You need to take 50, 100 pictures to make sure you get it right." He ran to Louis, who understood Lois's dilemma. Louis found Liston shooting craps, walked up behind him, reached up, grabbed him by an ear and marched him out of the casino. Bent over like a puppy on a leash, Liston followed Louis to the elevator, with Louis muttering, "Come on, git!" The cover shoot resumed."

Lol yeah id heard that one, not long ago actually and ive heard the riddle too but again never from Liston

None! They wouldnt bury survivors!

Got any more riddles bud? Love em


I read a great article a while back about Louis and Sonny's friendship, i'l try and look it out and do a post on it later

[Greatest1942]

Lol yeah id heard that one, not long ago actually and ive heard the riddle too but again never from Liston

None! They wouldnt bury survivors!

Got any more riddles bud? Love em


I read a great article a while back about Louis and Sonny's friendship, i'l try and look it out and do a post on it later

I have riddles but since Sonny did not say those, I will do well to PM them to you...And I will post the whoel article from where I got those riddles here...

[kendom]

I do think Liston had a great sense of humour...Read this

"The only thing I'd have to do with Clay is a lot of roadwork—because he's gonna run like a thief." Clay had first predicted that Liston would fall in six should they meet, but Liston said, "By the time of the sixth round, I'll be halfway through the victory party. Clay! Let me tell you a story. Once I was in the country on a very cold day. Very cold. It was snowin', it was snowin' hard. I was out in a field. The snow was about four feet deep. And there was a little bird shiverin' up on a branch in a tree. It was cold, and he had no food. Up above in the sky was a hawk circlin' around. Just circlin'. All of a sudden a big white horse comes along, and he puts some manure under the tree. The little bird sees this, and he flies down from the branch and has himself a good meal. He's so happy! He flies back up to the branch, where he starts singing', 'Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.' And the big hawk circlin' up in the sky hears him, and he swoops down and eats him! And the moral of the story is don't get too frisky when you're full of manure."

LOOOOOOOL Green K sent

[kendom]

LOOOOOOOL Green K sent

DAMN need to spread some around before giving it to Greatest1942 again

[Greatest1942]

DAMN need to spread some around before giving it to Greatest1942 again

No Problem mate...

Anyways...This is a protion of the article from where I got Sonny's riddles...And posted them ...

"One of Liston's closest friends is Mike Zwerner, an 11-year-old he met in Miami Beach last March. It was while trying to outdrive Mike on the golf course that he strained his left knee, causing the cancellation of the rematch in Miami Beach. Later, when he went to pose for a photographer with a golf club, he realized how bad the injury was. When Mike got out of school early in June, Sonny insisted that the boy fly to Denver to stay with him. He bought Mike a motor scooter, and together they rode around the neighborhood, Mike driving, Sonny sitting on the back. "Sonny puts his feet out to stop, because my legs are too short," says the boy. When they are together Liston likes to joke. Liston: "It a plane crashed between Mexico and California, where would they bury the survivors?" Mike: "On the border?" Liston: "Survivors aren't buried." Another. Liston: "If there were two birds sittin' on a wire and one took a notion to jump off, how many birds would be left?" Mike: "One." Liston: "No, two. The bird only took a notion."

As the fight neared, the boy seemed to be the only person in camp who was at ease with Sonny. Indeed, on at least one occasion he sent Sonny to the crap table to roll dice for him—the boy being too young to be in the casino himself. When Sonny hit a cold streak with the dice, little Mike, standing just outside, pulled him out of action with all the aplomb of Casey Stengel yanking a pitcher out of the box.

The boy's father, Jack Zwerner, a well-to-do Miami Beach importer and manufacturer, says, "Mike is gaining experience that is rarely offered to a kid of his age, and I feel that the experience is going to help Mike and not hurt him. Sonny tells my kid to smile, and yet you can't get Liston to crack a smile. You can ask, 'Why doesn't he take a colored kid around with him?' This is to show that he is impartial. He knows that the kid is white and that some colored people resent it. Sonny has nothing to gain. Someone asked Sonny if Mike was a good luck charm. That was ******. There is just a friendship there."

Another Liston favorite is a little Negro girl, Ira Rosemond, the daughter of Mrs. Petra Rosemond, Father Murphy's housekeeper. Whenever she sees Sonny she squeals, "Hello, you big bum." Sonny says, "Hello, you little bum."

Sonny and his wife are frequent visitors at the Loyola parish house. They are not Catholics, but they attend Mass on occasion. "One day," Father Murphy recalls, "we went down to Juvenile Hall, and Sonny was doing just fine. He loves children. Then a man came up and asked him for an autograph, and Sonny froze. I could see he was getting peeved, and so I said to him, 'You don't like to sign autographs for adults, do you?' and he said, 'I like to sign them for children—they have a future.'