Muhammad Ali kissed me once.Don't be a dope — it wasn't like that. It was in front of a whole bunch of people and my then-boyfriend and Mrs. Ali. (And two of his future wives. I'll get to that in a moment.) I was lucky enough to meet him a few times over several decades, but the first time was the most memorable.It was my senior year in college. Ali was in Boston — probably on other business — and came to speak to Harvard's class of 1973. I didn't go to Harvard, but the boyfriend did, so I came to Boston from my nearby school for the event. It felt like there were 1,000 people filling the seats and lining the walls of that auditorium, with the Cambridge fire marshal futilely trying to shoo the extras out.He was at peak gorgeousness, in a pale suit, smooth-skinned and sleek as a panther. As students and police escorted him to the stage, Ali practically danced up the steps. He received a standing ovation, and when things quieted down, he looked out into the crowd and grinned. He never
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