You should have seen me when I was in my prime. I've been in this pugilism racket 50 years. 50 years, huh? 50 years. Ain't many of us left who got the kind of knowledge I got. The 20s was roaring when I joined the game. This kid coming straight off the street. I slammed Guinea Russo and murdered John Frame. Oh man, was I fast on my feet. Saw Tunny beat Dempsey. Saw Walker go down. Them times was a beautiful thing. The glory and stink and this kid on the brink of a life in the ring. Then the country went bust. We was hungry, all right. But I had two fists I could use. They'd pit us like dogs in the boxcars at night. And pay us in apples or booze. Where else could I go? Hell, what else would I do? Took any old fight they might bring. At rival by rival, I earned my survival. These scars I got given for living my life in the ring. In the ring. We was the bastards who broke every rule in the book. In the ring. Crowd was so loud that the walls of them halls really shook every night. In the ring. Here's Mighty Mick with his famous and fearsome right hook. Never had a wife. Never had a son. Lived a fighting life. That was all that I done. All I done. See, time is a fighter who doesn't relent. He uses up all that you got. I once was a comer. I came and I went without ever getting my shot. Now look at me stand with my hand in my hand. But what other song can I sing? Got so much inside me I'll never forget. I'm 76 but I ain't used up yet. Let me help you. Let me train you. I taught my own self, Mick. Why would I need you now? You talking about your prime? What about my prime, Mick? At least you had a prime. I ain't had no prime. My legs is already going. I ain't had nothing. Now too late. I get to fight the champ. To get my face busted. My nose broke. A bum. Laughed at. KO'd in round one. For what? So you can have your shot? Hey Mick, come back here. What do you want? You always say I got lousy footwork. I want to know why. You want to know why? Yeah, I want to know why. You want to know? Yeah, I want to know. Well, first of all, you got to start by analyzing the grades. Now Jay-Z Joe Walcott was light on his feet. In 1930, I saw him drop Cowboy Wallace in round one. The way he moved, the man was like the Fred Astaire of the ring.