QOTD – What’s Your Greatness?

This morning I was listening to TBD (Tiki, Brandon, and Dana) on CBS sports radio.  They were interviewing Jerry Rice, who, for you non-sports fans who have been living outside any sports media since the 70’s, is unarguably the greatest Wide Receiver of all time and arguably the greatest football player of all time.  They asked him an interesting question.

At what point in your life did you know you were great?

An interesting question for someone who has achieved such a high level of greatness.

Rice hemmed and hawed and downplayed his answer.  Muhammad Ali never would have…

This is the legend of Cassius Clay,
The most beautiful fighter in the world today.
He talks a great deal, and brags indeed-y,
of a muscular punch that’s incredibly speed-y.
The fistic world was dull and weary,
But with a champ like Liston, things had to be dreary.
Then someone with color and someone with dash,
Brought fight fans are runnin’ with Cash.
This brash young boxer is something to see
And the heavyweight championship is his des-tin-y.
This kid fights great; he’s got speed and endurance,
But if you sign to fight him, increase your insurance.
This kid’s got a left; this kid’s got a right,
If he hit you once, you’re asleep for the night.
And as you lie on the floor while the ref counts ten,
You’ll pray that you won’t have to fight me again.
For I am the man this poem’s about,
The next champ of the world, there isn’t a doubt.
This I predict and I know the score,
I’ll be champ of the world in ’64.
When I say three, they’ll go in the third,
10 months ago

So don’t bet against me, I’m a man of my word.
He is the greatest! Yes!
I am the man this poem’s about,
I’ll be champ of the world, there isn’t a doubt.
Here I predict Mr. Liston’s dismemberment,
I’ll hit him so hard; he’ll wonder where October and November went.
When I say two, there’s never a third,
Standin against me is completely absurd.
When Cassius says a mouse can outrun a horse,
Don’t ask how; put your money where your mouse is!

Muhammad Ali

This man knew he was great- as an athlete, as a human, as a poet.

What about you- when did you know you were great?  We may not all be The Champ, but we are all great in our own ways.  Admit it.

QOTD – What is your greatness?


  1. The Running Son

    I’m great to a fault at waiting for fate to happen. Great at being willing to be willing to wait for happiness framed in pixie-dust and sudden magic to banish my dumb-dumb tragic bad attitude, leaving a runway of fortune and blue-cloud ease in its wake. Nobody promised me box seats to David Blaine. So I am currently searching for an anti-save-me savior, plus more productive parlor tricks and greatness traits to fake or exhibit while I make a virtue of worshiping blank canvases, remaining frozen in place and fully inhibited.

  2. Smoky Hoss

    Great isn’t simply a way…
    it’s in every day,
    in the sun and sky
    and the Champs who never die,
    who like Ali
    succomb to no folly,
    they give it all
    they walk, and don’t crawl,
    spending each day and night
    forever fighting the good-fight.
    Brotherhood is always the goal
    for humanities common soul.

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