Phillipe fondly remembers going to the 1967 Joe Frazier-George Chuvalo fight at the old Madison Square Garden with his high school pals, sitting in the upper balcony cheap seats, and drinking beers without even a hint of the vendor asking for IDs.
At one point, prior to the bout, there was a huge roar from below. It was Griffith, who came walking down the aisle to ringside wearing a blindingly white suit and with a six-foot tall blonde hottie on each arm. The crowd went berserk, cheering and whistling in a standing ovation for five minutes. That is called “making an entrance.”
Salud, Emile. And so long to all of you guys. You done good.
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