That was always the difference between Muhammad Ali and the rest of us. He came, he saw, and if he didn’t entirely conquer – he came as close as anybody we are likely to see in the lifetime of this doomed generation. – Hunter S. Thompson Muhammad Ali, the silver-tongued boxer […]
BY HUNTER S. THOMPSON from Rolling Stone, May 1978 When I’m gone, boxing will be nothing again. The fans with the cigars and the hats turned down’ll be there, but no more housewives and little men in the street and foreign presidents. It’s goin’ to be back to the fighter who […]
As I sit around musing over today’s latest charades, I can’t help but feel a bit nauseous over this fine fucking mess we’ve made. Yes, we’ve really done it this time folks. In the left corner, she is undisputedly the most reviled woman in the world, the wicked witch of […]
It’s 12:36 in the afternoon. I’m driving down New Hampshire’s Route 16 with a cafe au lait in my hands. I’ve got deadmau5 on the Bluetooth and my hands smell of body sweat, boy and braised BBQ brisket. The temperature is 64 degrees and there’s nothing but 150 miles of pavement ahead […]
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