Muhammad Ali was fantasying again. "I see myself in two years," he predicted during the long wait in Zaire. "Foreman's long beat and forgotten. There's a man on the telephone who's gonna give me $10 million to fight some great white hope who's got Governor Wallace workin' his corner." That vision seemed about as realistic as the rest of Ali's prefight bombast. Then, early last Wednesday morning in Kinshasa, Ali stood proud in the ring over the supine form of George Foreman. As the champion was counted out, Ali's wildest prophecy seemed suddenly,...
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