I like boxing, too, man, especially George Foreman. He scares me, though. George named all his kids after him. He's got five boys, all named George. His daughter's name is Georgette. You can't tell me boxing does not defect the mind after that.
I had Catholic friends who would come over, 'Hey Griffs, wanna play some football?' 'I gotta go to church.' 'We'll play when you get out.' 'Uh-uh, I'm Baptist. You won't see me until Monday.'
Now they handout condoms to inmates in prison, which I fail to understand. Maybe I'm na ve, but I don't think an inmate trying to make love to me would be that concerned about safe sex. I can't picture someone on top of me going, 'Don't worry, brother -- I'm wearing a condom.'
Simply show them pictures of what we used to wear in the 60s and 70s, 'You see this shirt with the collar going all the way down to the elbow? This is what happens when you take drugs.'
I've never hit my mother. I tried to hit my mother once. She looked at me and said, 'If you ever hit me, that'll be the last thing you ever do.' And I knew she was dead serious just by the way she cocked that gun to my head.