There was a little boy at my show in Portland the other night who asked for a picture with me. I think he was 9 or 10. I asked him his name. It was Cassius.
I said “Were you named after Cassius Clay?”
He said “No, the Greek Cassius. I’m not much of a fighter.”
I said “Oh! That’s not all he was. Not even close.”
Happy birthday to The Greatest.