You Better Believe It

"He runs at 6:30. In Detroit once, we catch up to Bob Foster and pass him when he's doing his roadwork. We didn't say nothing. We just went right on by." He grinned.

"So you're ready."

"You better believe it."

Sandy Saddler, George Foreman's Assistant Trainer:

Frazier can fight only one way. He'll never learn another. His style is to keep on top of you. But Foreman is the biggest and strongest heavyweight around. It's a question of turning him loose. It's going to be easy...that's all.

Archie Moore, Foreman's Other Trainer:

We know that Joe Frazier can hurt him if he hits him. So we have to stop the Frazier barrage at arm's length—to meet it with the jab. George's jab was the weakest part of his equipment. He was dropping his hand after throwing the punch. We taught him how to work it like a piston—pop-pop-pop.

Howard Cosell, who will be doing the broadcast for ABC's Wide World of Sports, was sitting on the terrace of the Stony Hill Hotel, watching the lights of Kingston come on far below the valley. Cosell was wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts. He stretched his legs. "Take a gander at these limbs," he said. "At the PSAL championship held in 1931 at the 168th Street Armory in Manhattan, these legs carried me to a second-place finish in the standing broad jump. My wife wears the silver medal on her charm bracelet. Don't you, Emi?"

She nodded.

Cosell is a Foreman supporter. "I have been with George since the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City when he took out the Russian, Ionis Chepulis, on a TKO in the second round," he announced in the darkness, intoning the name, place and date with relish. "Tomorrow night, there are going to be some shocked people throughout the world."