Championships Are Mythical. The Real Champions Are

When I Came Back, After All Those Stories About Hitler And His Snub, I Came Back To My Native Country, And I Could Not Ride In The Front Of The Bus. I Had To Go To The Back Door. I Couldn't Live Where I Wanted. Now What's The Difference?

Championships Are Mythical. The Real Champions Are Those Who Live Through What They Are Taught In Their Homes And Churches. The Attitude That 'we've Got To Win' In Sports Must Be Changed. Teach Your Youngsters, Who Are The Future Hope Of America, The Importance Of Love, Respect, Dedication, Determination, Self-sacrifice, Self-discipline And Good Attitude. That's The Road Up The Ladder To The Championships.

People Who Worked With Me Or Knew Me Still Called Me The 'world's Fastest Human' Because I Almost Never Stopped. I'd Found That I Could Get More Done With No Regular Job Or Regular Hours At All, But By Being On My Own, Flying To Speak Here, Help With A Public Relations Campaign For Some Client There, Tape My Regular Jazz Radio Show One Morning At 5:00 A.m. Before Leaving On A Plane For Another City Or Another Continent Three Hours Later To Preside Over A Major Sporting Event.

We Used To Have A Lot Of Fun. We Never Had Any Problems. We Always Ate. The Fact That We Didn't Have Steak? Who Had Steak?

Well, I Couldn't Play An Instrument. I'd Just Stand Up Front And Announce The Numbers. They Had Me Sing A Little, But That Was A Horrible Mistake. I Can't Carry A Tune In A Bucket. We Played Black Theaters And Nightclubs All Over Hell. One-nighters. Apollo Theater In Harlem And The Earle Theater In Philly - That Was Big Time For Blacks.