Carry Underwear : "I Got the Last Ali Photo!"

She just wanted free publicity and a photo op. So the blonde airhead plopped herself next to the sad, grim Parkinson's victim and SMILED into the camera. Ali paid no attention. He was just waiting for someone to come and get him, and say "Your obligation is over. We can go home."

You can bet that even if he wasn't stuck in a half-conscious Twilight Zone, Ali would not have known who the bitch was.

In his prime, he would've mildly tolerated an attention-seeker whose claim to fame was C&W music that was far from what he enjoyed at home. Out of politeness he would've allowed her to pose with him.

Parkinson's, it's said, robs its victims of speech, and throws a monkey wrench into all kinds of ways in which the brain and body communicate and react. A once-proud athlete is reduced to being helped along, put in a chair, then moved along when there's been enough gawking at him.

What a picture; it got some attention when it was taken, but now it's part of "history," as the LAST public photo of Ali. And he's sitting waiting to be taken away to the privacy of his hotel and his wife. And he has a vague idea somebody's posing next to him.

Carry Underwear.