I assume boxing still exists in some form or fashion. Like a lot of sports, it doesn’t matter anymore, which is the same as being extinct to me. They have that wan replacement with barefoot guys with manbuns rolling around on the mat and barfighting occasionally. I’m not interested. Barfighting ain’t boxing.
Plenty of people would point to Ali-Foreman as the high water mark of boxing. Ali wasn’t just the most famous athlete in the world by that time. He may very well have been the most famous person of any kind. Boxing was a sport that every corner of the world understood, and Ali beat real competition to win his championships. This fight, right here, the Rumble in the Jungle, cemented his legacy. There was no way on Earth anyone could have beaten George Foreman. But Ali did.
Poor Mike Tyson stomped around the ring a decade later, looking for someone worthy to beat up, but there was no one left worth his time. There’s no way to know if he was in the same class as Ali, or Foreman, or Joe Frazier, or Jack Dempsey, or a handful of other guys. He was the undisputed king of a hill with nothing but gravestones on it.
If they fought 100 times, I think Foreman would have won 99 of them. Ali sure showed up for the first one. The one that counted. When they were kings. Nothing but jesters left now.