ESPN.com is reporting that George Foreman’s new memoirs, “God In My Corner” contains an anecdote about the 1974 “Rumble In The Jungle” in which Foreman claims he was drugged by his own trainers before the fight:But Foreman, now 58, says something else tired him. In his memoirs he says before the fight, his trainer gave him something to drink that tasted like medicine
“I almost spit it out … [I told my trainer] ‘Man, I know this water has medicine in it,’” Foreman wrote. “I climbed into the ring with that medicinal taste still lingering in my mouth.”
“After the third round, I was as tired as if I had fought 15 rounds. What’s going on here? Did someone slip a drug in my water?” he wrote.
Wow. I mean, really. Wow. Let me get this straight. You sat down to pen an autobiography about what a great fighter and seller of smallish sandwich grilles you are. When you got to 1974, you were heavyweight champion. Realizing that admitting Ali kicked your ass would make you look like a pansy, you decided to make up a story where, and I repeat, your own trainers drugged you with some random medicine in your pre-fight water.
First of all, George, your grilles kick ass. No disrespect intended. Secondly, do you think that maybe your memory is a little fudged from getting repeatedly punched in the head for 20 years? I mean, I’m no expert, but I gotta think it can’t help. Finally, how can you possibly expect anyone to buy this??? Just because it worked for Mel Gibson getting out of anti-semitic comments doesn’t mean you’re going to weasel out of an ass whipping. If you do, though, wow–what a floodgate you’ve opened up.
“Honey, when they handed me my red bull and vodka at Pure Gold, I thought ‘Damn! There’s medicine in there!’ and tried to spit it out. But Cheyenne and Misti weren’t having it and I ended up in the champagne room with a medicine taste in my mouth. Which explains the dead hooker in the trunk of my Beamer.”
