Muhammad Ali's Dancing Disclaimer

The blinding speed of his fists and feet made all his fastest foes flat-footed as around the target of his jabs he swirled and danced, he flew and flitted. Today he limps, wobbles and dodders much slower than an arthritic snail, with astigmatic eyes he peers and squints, much like a cross-eyed, sleepless quail. Of his bloated ego, giant belts, his chest-thumping, his blabber-mouthing, they were mere media hype and hoopla, he says, for commercial packaging. What the fans saw wasn't what they got, but they made him boxing's wealthiest, "I'm among the grittiest, " he says, "But, maybe for now, the world's greatest !"