Showing posts with label Laila Ali News Adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laila Ali News Adventures. Show all posts

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Walking Away

Sometimes you just want to kid around with Laila Ali. People do it because they know that she can box. You dare yourself to throw a punch at her for fun and dreaming what it would be like if you could box too. One day I peeped into Laila's gym window. I went into the gym where she was working out. I got into the ring to box with her. She looked at me funny and said, "You crazy, and you know I don't fight little women. So take your little self right on back where you came from. Stop dreaming."

At first, I stepped into the ring grinning, but I felt insulted when she called me little. I wiped the grin right off of my face. I said, "I don't give a rip.  Don't be calling me little. Little my elbow. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. That's a true old saying. Get up big mama. Lets box."

Laila looked at me looking like her father. She sat in the corner of the ring. Laila rolled her eyes and tried to ignore me looking in another direction.

I said to Laila, "You make me sick with that mess. You just trying to avoid a fight with me and don't want to give me a chance because you think I'm not good enough. Now, I know what those other girls were talking about that you wouldn't box with."

Laila said, "Yea, and I fought a whole lot of them that were no good and anxious to get in the ring with me. What happened? They got their !!!@@@$$$ whipped. You don't want none."

Laila Ali was really looking down on me, and I was feeling just like all of the other girls she fought. I wanted to beat Laila Ali and prove to her that I could fight. To Laila, I was just another looser. I stepped up to Laila as she was sitting down. I was going to punch her in the jaw, but my fist froze up and said, "I'm not going to hit her. She will break me." Laila stood up and all I could see was her stomach because she was taller than me. I had to look up to see her face. She had wrinkles in her forehead and daring me to hit her with her expressions. My feet carried me out of the ring. I walked out of the gym and peeped in the window at her. I was like a little re-run because I was right back where I started from. I was standing and gazing and dreaming. Laila Ali sat back down in her corner like she was doing when I first walked in. I walked away in good shape with no broken bones. However I was not satisfied. This is Gail Nobles on Laila Ali News Adventures saying so long with love.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Laila Ali Number One Anyway



Pretending to be with Laila at my fake radio station. This is a fake news story for Laila Ali fans.


Gail: Laila, all of that debate we (fans) had about you and Anne Wolfe was for nothing. The fight never happened. Right this very day, I don't hear no bell, I don't hear no noise, and I don't hear a peep out of none of em.

Laila Ali: Because I told you I'm number one. Ann Wolfe and all those girls that were saying they could beat me couldn't beat me and can't be beat me. That's why I stand alone and is second to none. I am still number one. I don't hear nothing either. Hello! HELLOOOOOOOOOOO!

Gail: Looks like when you're not around, they are not around. At least, I still hear about you in the news every now and then. It might be about cooking, your family, and products. Still, I hear a peep out of ya. I would not have been able to stand the fact that nothing is going on much since you stepped out of the ring. I would have kept on coming after you if I were those girls. I would have made that fight happen. Even if it took beating up my trainer that would hold me back. I would have had to reach you.

Laila Ali: That's what I wanted. I wanted somebody that was willing to challenge me with some spunk. You know-like showing me some action. Some of those girls had nothing but mouth and got into the ring with me. So I beat em bad for wasting my time.

Gail: Yea, you are still number one, and there is no more noise.

Laila Ali: When there was noise, I was number one. I proved it to the world, and it still wasn't good enough. Like you said, there is no noise since I have been gone. So how do they explain that? Where's the girl in the ring that is suppose to be better than me. Where are the headlines?

Gail: I see headlines, but they don't look right. They don't say much. Headlines for women's boxing is not the same when you were making them. All of that hard work to prove that you were number one, and you were number one anyway.

Laila Ali: Dang Skippy! (Slang to agree).

Gail: This is Gail Nobles in the studio with Laila Ali. This has been Laila Ali News Adventures.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Boxing Storm

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Hearing about Laila Ali upcoming fight was no joke. I heard voices in the thunder saying, "Who's got the Pay-Per-View Channel? Laila Ali is going to be fighting, and I want to see it! It's going to be a baaadddd fight! Laila's going to kick some ***@@$$!!"

Hearing the thunder, I was sad. I just knew I wasn't going to see that fight. I didn't have the Pay-Per-View Channel, and the regular TV news just didn't give updates on women's boxing. I began to hear another roar of thunder remembering how afraid my mother was of lightening storms.

So I laid down that night and began to dream. I dream that my mother was alive again trying to raise me, my brother, and my father. We were all outside sitting on the back porch in the country. My father said, "Laila Ali is going to be boxing down town, and I got to see that fight." My father was like a big child when he loved seeing something.

Me and my brother were getting excited and my mother said, "Y'all ain't going down there. I see a bad cloud in the sky. I thought I saw it lightening. It is lightening! Y'all c'mon in the house! Shut the door behind you. You're daddy can stay outside if he wants to."

When the storm came up, everything got dark. My mother made us turn the TV off, the fans off, and anything that ran by electricity. It was a hot summer day too. My mother, my brother, and I were fanning hard, and we could hear us fanning . It was so hot that we could feel the sweat from each other's legs. It was too hot to sit beside one another, and my father stood in the door looking out.

My mother began to speak to my father and she said, "You are a dangerous man! I wish you would shut that door before some lightening come through here. Get somewhere and sit down while the Lord is doing his work."

My father said, "Woman, it's hot. You bout to make me faint." Finally, my father shut the door, and the storm lasted about an hour.

When the sun came out again,when the rain stopped pouring, and when the bad clouds rolled away, another storm came. This time it was the boxing storm. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. My father was taking a bath and getting ready to see Laila Ali.

I asked, "Ma, can't we go?"

She said, "No, you don't need to be following everywhere behind your daddy. You keep your buts home."

My brother said, "C'mon Maaaaaa!"

My mother looked at my brother and said, "I'm coming on."

When my father was ready, he looked at us and said, "Yall can go."

My mother said, "They don't need to go no where with you. You ain't gonna look out for them anyway. It will probably be a big crowd and so many people there....."

I said, "Ma, you can go too."

My mother looked at me with her hands on her hip and said, "I was planning on staying home today and getting some rest. It's been hot cooking in that kitchen and another storm will probably come up."

To make a long story short, we were all on our way down town to see Laila Ali. We could feel her in the wind, and we could feel her father in the air with her. It was like old times again when Muhammad Ali was in the ring. Seeing her fight was a terrible lightening storm. There was blood and sweat. There was fire coming down with lightening. There was hail as big as golf balls. Laila Ali was the winner. Laila Ali strikes again.

Laila Ali News Adventures © 2010 Gail Nobles

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Laila Ali_I Never Try To Beat Men Up


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© 2010 Gail Nobles

You know, I was reading about Laila in the news the other day and she said:

Ali: You know what; I don't ever try to beat men up. I stay in my lane. I do spar with men, but a man will always be stronger than a woman, in most cases, anyway. He can take more than I can take. I can spar with a man and hit him my hardest, and he can take my best punch, but I can't take his best punch. That's just the way it is, and I don't ever try to pretend it's not that way. But if I do get one in.…
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I can see Laila now going shopping and pulling out a wad of cash to pay for something. I can imagine before she can get to her car, some guy tries to snatch her pocket book to run. I can see me standing off to the side line looking. You know that Laila is going to forget everything she said. I can see her beating up some old thief that would be a man. I can see her not thinking about his strength. The thing is the thief probably wouldn’t know how to box anyway. If he punches her with his best punch, that’s not going to stop Laila Ali. If it’s a punch, it better be a knock out punch.

Laila can get mad when you do her wrong. Being mad will make you fight no matter what. I know that for myself. If Laila is knocked out, it will not be because she did not fight back. Sometimes you don’t feel the punch when you’re angry. If God is in you and on your side, no tell ’em what kind of strength will come out of you. I have seen strength come out of nowhere watching my mother when she fought a man. She was sick that day too. Although the man was stronger than she, she was just as strong that day. As a matter of fact, I have known some women to beat men too. It wasn’t always because the man just didn’t want to fight the woman either.

Getting back on the subject, after Laila defeats the thief and walks off with her pocket book like nothing happened, I can see me yelling to her.

Gail: Hey, Laila! I thought you said the man could take more than the woman. What happened?

Laila: Girl, I was attacked! What’s wrong with you! Forget what I said!

I can see Laila Ali chewing on her gum, getting into her car just as cool and as calm as can be. I can see her driving off with her hair in the wind. So if you ever hear Laila Ali say that she don’t never try to beat men up, don’t pay her any attention.

This is Gail Nobles on Laila Ali News Adventures.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

What If and HBO

 





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What If and HBO

What if Laila Ali and Ann Wolfe decided to fight each other? What if we actually get a little taste of them fighting each other outside of the ring? (I begin to daydream).

Laila Ali: (Laila Ali standing up pointing her finger). I’m tired of your lies Ann! That is some bull crap, and you know it! I don’t run from nobody! You see me standing here, don’t you? If I were afraid of you, I wouldn’t be here now! Would I?

Ann Wolfe: (Ann sits up on the edge of her chair yelling out at the audience). She’s Chicken Run ladies and gentlemen! She ain’t runnin’ now cause she’s been home practicing how to beat me. All this time she’s been stallin’ yall. The woman went on “Dancing With the Stars” to learn how to dance like her father in the ring! That’s why this fight has been delayed for so long. She’s got to prove something to that man on last weeks show. Wendy Williams wanted me to come here today yall. I couldn’t let her down, and I’m never late.

Laila Ali: (Laila stands with her hands on her hip). What ya mean you’re never late? What took you so long with the first round nock-out? You should have been doing that to all of your opponents!

Ann Wolfe: ( Ann stands up slow and faces Laila). Yea, I don’t mind doing a little bit more practicing my nock-out on you.

Ann throws a punch at Laila, and Laila sees it coming. Laila ducks the punch and grabs Ann and they both head for the floor.

Wendy Williams: Oh my God! Girls, don’t fight. (Wendy looks tensed looking at the camera). Well be back after these messages.

Back Home in North Carolina…………

Daddy: Uh! Oh! Come here, Gail! They are fighting! Ann Wolfe and Laila Ali!

Gail: ( I ran down into the dinning room, and my eyes were large). They mad for real!

Daddy: Daggone it! They had to go to a commercial break. I bet by the time they get back to the show, they will be finished fighting. But, there is gonna be a fight. I can’t wait to see it!

Gail: And HBO would be crazy if they didn’t show that fight. They said that there was no depth in women’s boxing. That’s why they won’t show the fights. Laila Ali was the one that brought the excitement of boxing back when there was nothing but Mike Tyson making the headlines in men’s boxing. She brought back her fathers name. I’m proud of her and all of the women that had the nerve to box her. Especially, Ann Wolfe. HBO ought to be ashamed of themselves. This is Gail Nobles saying so long on Laila Ali News Adventures.

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Laila Ali's Memory Triggered

 





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Laila Ali's Memory Becomes Triggered

Gail Nobles

Feb. 24 2010

Hi! I’m Gail Nobles. This is Laila Ali News Adventure talk radio. Today’s topic is Laila’s Memory. You know, I have heard Laila make comments about her memory. She probably doesn’t remember things well getting punched in the head boxing. Laila‘s memory could easily come back quick if you knew how to trigger it. Thinking of my father, I can see it now……………… (I began to day dream about me sitting at home and music playing).

Television set playing at home in NC: I’m a chicken hawk, and I eat chicken (Looney Toons).

Daddy: Gail, do you want to go to California to see Laila Ali. She’s going to be on the Wendy Williams talk show.

Gail: Sure, daddy! I’ve never been to a talk show before, and I defiantly want to see Laila Ali.

Daddy: Me too. The audience will get a chance to ask her questions, and I want to be there.

Gail: I don’t know, daddy. You don’t need to ask Laila any questions. I’m not going to be embarrassed.

Daddy: Oh, it will be alright. I’m not going to say nothing.

So we went to the talk show and we were sitting in the third row.

Wendy: So Laila, let’s talk about your boxing career. Do you remember that statement you made last year about Christy Martin?

Laila: Statement? What statement? I’ve made so many statements and comments about my opponents that I can’t remember.

A few minuets later…..

Wendy: Let’s get some questions from the audience.

Daddy was the first one to raise his hand. Wendy goes to him with the microphone. I just sat low as I could in my seat and hid my face behind the people sitting in front of me. Years had gone by and my daddy asked a question that had been years forgotten. 

Daddy: Laila, I know that this has been so long ago that you don’t remember. I’ve got to ask you.

Laila: Go ahead.

Daddy: Why are you not fighting Ann Wolfe? I want to see that fight.

Laila: There it goes! (Laila throws her hands up in the air.) I am tired of people asking me that question!

My father and Laila were starting to really get into an arguement. When he looked around for me, I was gone. I ran outside because I knew Laila was getting angrier by the minuet. Daddy made Laila remember a lot of things she really didn't forget. She never forgot Ann Wolfe's comments ready to fight her any time, any place, day, month, or year. I had a feeling that Daddy was going to end up in the boxing ring, and I wasn’t going to be there. He was about to be Ann Wolfe. I was walking fast down the street looking behind me. I started to run hoping no one would come after me. I yelled for the taxi cab. When I got into the cab, I told the cab man that I wanted to go back to New Bern, NC. My brain wasn’t functioning well enough to remember that he couldn’t drive there because I was so nervous.

Taxi: Now, you know that’s a long ways from here, dear.

Gail: I mean take me to the airport.

And the moral of the story is the things we want to remember are the things that we don't forget.
This has been Laila Ali News Adventure. Again, I say Run Young Girl! Run! I’m out of here.
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Laila Ali & Ann Wolfe
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Can You Imagine Boxing Laila Ali?

 





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Can You Imagine Boxing Laila Ali?

Gail Nobles

August 17, 2009

Gail: Hi I’m Gail Nobles. This is Laila Ali News Adventure Talk Radio. I have a question. Can you imagine boxing Laila Ali? I can’t. My mother taught me how to fight, but she didn’t raise no fool either. I will tell you one thing. I can imagine me being in serious condition in a boxing match with Laila. Stepping in the ring to meet her face to face would hurt. I can see her looking down at me with frowns in her forehead standing tall. I probably wouldn’t know whether to look up at the ceiling to laugh or look down at my shoes to cry. If her mean looks could kill, I would be dead before the fight would start.

If I had to fight Laila Ali, I would fall to sleep. No, I don’t mean the kind of sleep to just lie down and sleep with a pillow. I mean I would be knocked out cold by the punch of She Bee Stinging Ali. Laila would probably stand over me and say, “Get up, girl! You ain’t hurt.”

I would probably look around not knowing what happened so fast if she would just hit me enough to fall. I would probably think to myself, “No, I’m not really hurt, but my feelings are hurt.” I would crawl to the ropes and roll out of the ring. Laila would probably stand with her hands on her hip hot as a 45 (pistol) after traveling way down south to fight me. I mean bam! Nothing happens. The fight would be over. I wouldn’t wait for a referee. I would jog down the aisle to my room saying, “Run, Young Girl, Run!”


I’m Gail Nobles and this has been Laila Ali News Adventures.
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