SINGIN', STRUMMIN' 'N' FIGHTIN'
Heavyweight boxing is in such a continuing muddle that it demands a comedian for some light relief. It discovered one in Ernie Terrell the other night on Johnny Carson's Tonight Show. Terrell is 25 years old, a handsome, statuesque fighter who may be the new world champion by default any day now. He is one of four boxers the WBA would have liked to match for the title, the others being Cleveland Williams, Floyd Patterson and George Chuvalo. By all counts, lip and fate, Terrell already has it made, or so he said.
Terrell: Patterson put himself out of the running when he refused to fight Williams. Then my manager, who has the biggest mouth in the world....
Carson: I thought Clay had the biggest mouth.
Terrell: He got a big mouth all right, but my manager got the biggest mouth in the whole world and he had a fight with Chuvalo's manager, so that left me to fight Cleveland Williams. Man, I was happy. I was training and then Williams got himself shot last week by a policeman.
Carson: Oh, there was a slight altercation, was there?
Terrell: I don't know, maybe Williams was training for the fight, but if he was the policeman won.
Carson: Will Clay and Liston ever fight?
Terrell: Well—maybe by the time they gettin' their old-age pension.
Carson: I understand you play the guitar. When did you learn that?