Word: cassius
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There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats...
...there was. In Miami Beach last week, Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr. acted out a scene that was worthy of the Old Bard himself-or maybe P. T. Barnum. Just as he said he would, he took the heavyweight championship of the world away from Charles ("Sonny") Liston thereby proving that the mouth is faster than...
Momma, Momma, Momma. Cassius' narcissistic posturing was not meant to convince. "Actually," he confided, "I respect Liston. That look of his shakes me." It was meant to humor, to prod, to annoy, to con Champion Liston into thinking that a young (22), tall (6 ft. 3 in.), sturdy (210 Ibs.) heavyweight with 119 amateur and pro victories behind him would be easy pickings for the man-monster who had twice butchered Floyd Patterson. And, my, how he succeeded, thanks to his unwitting accomplices, the sportswriters...
...pranced a corps of teen-aged girls -"foxes," in Cassius' vocabulary-carrying signs that read: MOMMA, MOMMA, MOMMA, CAN WE FIGHT! Clay's eyes rolled. "This is my show! My show! My show!" he raved. "I'm ready to rumble! Ready to rumble!" He shrieked at Liston: "You nothin'. You scared. You a chump, a sucker. I'm gonna eat you up." Newsmen shook their heads sadly. "Schizophrenia," suggested Milton Gross of the New York Post. "Hysteria," said New York Timesman Arthur Daley. The boxing commission doctor reported Clay's pulse rate...
...Clear-eyed again, Clay sprang from his corner in the sixth round. Rat-a-tat-tat, a flurry of eight punches made Liston double up. "Get mad, baby," Clay's handlers chanted. "Go after him." Fighting flatfooted, Cassius ripped off a roundhouse right that just missed. Jab, jab, jab, jab, the cut under Liston's eye began to ooze blood again. Two left hooks snapped Sonny's head back. Cassius sank back onto his stool and leaned through the ropes. "I'm gonna upset the world," he told a TV announcer...