George became one of my favorite figures in the world of sports. A big, cuddly bear of a man with a devastating punch and a heart of gold. For those here old enough to remember him, who can forget the "Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!" call by the ever bombastic Howard Cosell in the 1972 title bout with Joe Frazier. That led 2 years later to the "Rumble in the Jungle" in Kinshaza, Zaire against Muhammad Ali. Ali would use the "rope-a-dope" defense to batter Foreman to an eighth-round TKO. It was Ali at his finest. For those who don't remember the fight, tune in to the documentary "When We Were Kings" if you get a chance. It is a great piece on the fight.
After losing to Ali George sort of disappeared for a number of years, eventually finding God and starting up a Christian ministry in his hometown of Houston, TX. After a hiatus of 10 years from the sport George started up the second phase of his boxling career, eventually regaining the heavyweight title when he knocked out Michael Moorer in 1994 during the seventh round of a title fight. And he did that at 45 years old!
George rode off into the sunset of retirement soon thereafter, doing a television show and hawking the Foreman Grill. (Which was actually a pretty good product.) He was devoted to his family and his ministry. You have to love a guy that named five of his sons "George". Made things easy to remember, I guess.
After the bitter defeat to Ali, George would eventually become one of Ali's closest friends, and was a pallbearer at his funeral. The circle of life works in funny ways.
RIP, big fella. You were one of a kind.
After losing to Ali George sort of disappeared for a number of years, eventually finding God and starting up a Christian ministry in his hometown of Houston, TX. After a hiatus of 10 years from the sport George started up the second phase of his boxling career, eventually regaining the heavyweight title when he knocked out Michael Moorer in 1994 during the seventh round of a title fight. And he did that at 45 years old!
George rode off into the sunset of retirement soon thereafter, doing a television show and hawking the Foreman Grill. (Which was actually a pretty good product.) He was devoted to his family and his ministry. You have to love a guy that named five of his sons "George". Made things easy to remember, I guess.
After the bitter defeat to Ali, George would eventually become one of Ali's closest friends, and was a pallbearer at his funeral. The circle of life works in funny ways.
RIP, big fella. You were one of a kind.