Scott met Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier when they came to town for a "Fight Night" fund raiser for a local boy's home.  Scott's uncle took him to the event so that he could collect autographs and what actually transpired is known only to "uncle Pat".  The photos indicate that Scott thought of the meeting as a photo-op.  He posed with a face of fear and also with his fist ready to take on both of them.  Evidently he made an impression because long after the event was over and, in fact, late into the night our phone rang.  It was a call from Ali inviting Scott to join him for breakfast the following morning before his flight out.  I politely turned down the generous offer because at that point in time Scott was sleeping later and later and it often took him the better part of the morning to get awake and dressed.  We tried to schedule all appointments after noon.  His little body was slowing down and we tried to cater to his needs.

This all seemed perfectly logical until Scott found out about it the next morning.  I received the "unequivocal worst mother" award that day and any chance he got, Scott would tell the sympathetic listener about my faux pas.