We all know Mike Tyson. We had Nintendo, we loved his Punchout. He was one of the greatest heavyweight fighters of all time. As his fame built, he became a little less Iron Mike and a little more Lunatic, Cannibal Mike. What ever happened to the lovable, Nintendo-friendly pugilist we all knew?
Recently, it was announced that Tyson was going to get back to what he does best: beating up other large guys in a ring for lots of money. He was going to fight the current champion, Lennox Lewis. Would’ve been a great fight. The two best going at eachother in the sweet science. Maybe Tyson was getting back on track.
Problem was, they let him attend the pre-fight press conference.
Seems one of Lewis’ guys said something or touched him or breathed funny, so Tyson punched him. Mind you, this was a couple days before he was supposed to go before the Nevada state licensing commission to ask for reinstatement because he’d been banned from fighting there. Probably the best way to re-earn their trust and be allowed to fight for obscene amounts of money in Sin City would be to start a fight at the pre-fight conference.
So, all this happens, and the time for the commission’s hearing arrives. Tyson says that in his defense he is “not Mother Theresa”. Really? Damn. He sure had me fooled.
To be fair, I’m not mother Theresa either. In fact, I’m pretty sure none of us are. But I also don’t bite people or say I want to eat someone’s children. Pretty sure Mother Theresa fed children; she did not, however, feed children to other people.
I guess I just long for the days of the old Iron Mike. The one from Punchout.
I mean, you never see Mario or Luigi get into this kind of trouble…