Which Boxer Had The Best and Worst Wife, Girlfriend (looks and influence)

[Willie Pep 229]

Show me that she was hit harder than the straight right Tyson landed on Botha. Or indeed that she was ever actually beaten up at all. Show me, and I will explain it. Unless she is a mass of bruises rushed to emergency surgery or rushed to plastic surgery, he tapped her lightly or not at all. Scary as hell anyway when Mike is raging.

As to the old ladies, you have a point. But he ran away in order to never be caught. If he had done more than tap Mrs. Tyson, there was no running far enough for one of the most recognizable men in the world at the time

Never underestimate the stupidity of the ghetto mind. It is a tough life based on fight or flight.

Hector Camacho was detained at Miami customs for a small (personal) amount of cocaine.

While wearing a shirt with "Macho Man" printed on the front, he kicked the custom officer in the shin and ran out the front door of Miami International Airport on to the street.

Chased down by two officers he danced around as they tried to tackle him. Once officer blew out his own ACL and ended up retired.

So what was Hector's long term plan. To disappear for seven years and then reappear when the statute of limitations ran out? **

Anyway those raised in a ghetto always run. Camacho, or OJ. You always try running first.

Why do you think Tracy Jordan (30 Rock pilot episode) jumps off the yacht and tries to out swim the Coast Guard. (If you know the episode you get the joke, if not, never mind.)


** Digression: Maybe the greatest quote to ever come out of a lawyer's mouth (regarding Camacho injuring the officer:

"You need to understand, his business involves using your hands, and he likes to bounce around a lot."

No shlt, he actually offered that as mitigation for Camacho's behavior.

[Tatabanya]

Alright ok, a little levity. I get it.

I would still like to see some examples though. It's up to you.

I'll find some and will get back to you, sure. Just give me some time.

[Tatabanya]

I would still like to see some examples though

The conclusion of Undisputed Truth is quite revealing of Tyson's state of mind about twelve years ago, when he was still an addict.
I believe he's improved from then, but this chunk tells a lot about his consideration of himself and his past.

That was the way I intended to end the book. Kiki and I all misty-eyed, reading the love letters of
great people in bed – my darkness gone, my spirit soaring from the inspirational words of our giants
of history. But you have to live life on life’s terms, as I’ve said in the book. And I couldn’t live with
myself if I lied and tried to cover up what happened in the last few months.
Maybe part of it was searching my soul and digging into the darkest corners of my psyche to
honestly answer questions about my life. It also could have been the pressure of going back
into the world of boxing and entering the ring once again, this time as a promoter and nurturer of
young boxing talent. Of course, my chronic negative self-image doesn’t need much ammunition to act
out and sabotage whatever joy and happiness comes into my life.
But it happened and I have to tell you about it. About a month or so after I completed work on the
book, in April of 2013, I had a slip, my first one since January of 2010. I went out one night and I had
a drink. And then another. And another. I told you I’m a bad, bad drunk so I smoked some pot to make
me mellow again. I felt horrible when I came back to Kiki and the kids that night. But not terrible
enough to stop me from repeating my slip a few more times in June and July of this year. And then in
August, a week before my first Iron Mike fight promotion, which was broadcast on ESPN, I fell off
the wagon again.
Look, I’m a vicious addict and if I don’t follow my steps, I’m going to die. So I started going to
A.A. meetings again. One of the most important steps is to make amends. So right before the first fight
on my first card as a promoter I walked over to Teddy Atlas, my old trainer, who was doing the color
commentary for ESPN. I extended my hand and I apologized to him for my part in what happened
back there in Catskill in the ’80s. I hadn’t talked to Teddy for almost twenty years. It felt good to
make amends. I guess that gesture meant a lot to people because that was the first thing they wanted to
talk about both during the fights and in the interview I did between fights.
I was already dealing with a lot of emotions of guilt and shame for my recent relapses so seeingTeddy and
making amends to him seemed to put me over the top. I realized that I couldn’t just keep on
lying and pretending that I was still clean; that I hadn’t had some drinks or smoked some pot. So when
someone at the postfight press conference asked me what it was like seeing Teddy again, I had to
unburden myself.
“I knew that there was a possibility that I would be here with Teddy and I didn’t have a good
thought in mind about that at first, because I’m negative and I’m dark. And I wanna do bad stuff. I
wanna hang out in this neighborhood alone [I pointed to my head], that’s dangerous to hang out in this
neighborhood alone up here, right? It wants to kill everything. It wants to kill me too. So I went to my
A.A. meeting and I explained to my fellow alcoholics and junkies that I was gonna deal with this
certain situation here, and I explained the feelings that I evoked from it. Almost like, um, something
like a Hatfields and McCoys, I kind of explained to them. I made the right decision. I made Cus proud
of me. I made myself proud of me.
“I hate myself. I’m trying to kill myself. I hate myself a lot, but I made myself proud of myself, and I
don’t do that much. I was happy I did that. Maybe it was overwhelming to Teddy and he didn’t get it
yet. But he has to know this is sincere. I don’t wanna fight you no more. I was wrong. I’m sorry. I was
wrong. I just wanted to make my amends. If he accepted it or not, at least I could die and go to my
grave and say I made my amends with everybody I hurt. It’s all about love and forgiveness, and in
order for those guys to forgive me – other guys – you know, I want people to forgive the things I’ve
done.
“I’m a motherfùcker. I did a lot of bad things, and I want to be forgiven. So in order for me to be
forgiven, I hope they can forgive me. I wanna change my life; I wanna live a different life now. I
wanna live my sober life. I don’t wanna die. I’m on the verge of dying, because I’m a vicious
alcoholic. Wow. God, this is some interesting stuff.”
I choked up. And then I confessed.
“I haven’t drank or took drugs in six days, and for me that’s a miracle. I’ve been lying to everybody
else that thinks I was sober. I’m not. This is my sixth day. I’m never gonna use again.”
The press in the audience gave me a standing ovation but that meant nothing to me. No one gives
you standing ovations when you share in the rooms.
That was on August twenty-third. I’ve added a few days to my total as I’m writing this now. I hope
that I can keep clean and add more and more days and get more and more chips. I guess I was
arrogant thinking that I could beat this thing without the help of my support team and my A.A. family,
who belong to the only club that accepts people like me as members. I don’t want to die. I want to
continue my boxing career as a promoter. I want to do my one-man show again. I want to do more
movies.
After my recent relapse I was no fun to be around. Kiki and I were having a lot of rough times.
Part of me was even trying to blame the pressures of being married as the reason for my relapse.
Then the galleys for the book came. In going over the book with Kiki I had a spiritual rebirth. When we got to
the section about Exodus it was very difficult to get through. We both cried our eyes out. And I
realized in that very moment why I was married to Kiki. I suddenly knew the answer to the question
“Why would a guy like me be married?” I realized that our marriage was more than the union of Kiki
and me. I had to be married to Kiki to fulfill Exodus’s legacy. My marriage will allow me to do that
and to bolster my ability to be a good father. I’m a better person now because Exodus was in my life
and I vow to continue to be a better person now that she’s gone. I truly want to deepen my
relationship with Kiki and see my kids grow up to be healthy and happy. But I can’t do any of those
things if I don’t have control over myself. I can’t help anyone if I’m not well myself, and I desperately
want to get well. I have a lot of pain and I just want to heal. And I’m going to do my best to do just
that. One day at a time.

[Willie Pep 229]

The conclusion of Undisputed Truth is quite revealing of Tyson's state of mind about twelve years ago, when he was still an addict.
I believe he's improved from then, but this chunk tells a lot about his consideration of himself and his past.

That was the way I intended to end the book. Kiki and I all misty-eyed, reading the love letters of
great people in bed – my darkness gone, my spirit soaring from the inspirational words of our giants
of history. But you have to live life on life’s terms, as I’ve said in the book. And I couldn’t live with
myself if I lied and tried to cover up what happened in the last few months.
Maybe part of it was searching my soul and digging into the darkest corners of my psyche to
honestly answer questions about my life. It also could have been the pressure of going back
into the world of boxing and entering the ring once again, this time as a promoter and nurturer of
young boxing talent. Of course, my chronic negative self-image doesn’t need much ammunition to act
out and sabotage whatever joy and happiness comes into my life.
But it happened and I have to tell you about it. About a month or so after I completed work on the
book, in April of 2013, I had a slip, my first one since January of 2010. I went out one night and I had
a drink. And then another. And another. I told you I’m a bad, bad drunk so I smoked some pot to make
me mellow again. I felt horrible when I came back to Kiki and the kids that night. But not terrible
enough to stop me from repeating my slip a few more times in June and July of this year. And then in
August, a week before my first Iron Mike fight promotion, which was broadcast on ESPN, I fell off
the wagon again.
Look, I’m a vicious addict and if I don’t follow my steps, I’m going to die. So I started going to
A.A. meetings again. One of the most important steps is to make amends. So right before the first fight
on my first card as a promoter I walked over to Teddy Atlas, my old trainer, who was doing the color
commentary for ESPN. I extended my hand and I apologized to him for my part in what happened
back there in Catskill in the ’80s. I hadn’t talked to Teddy for almost twenty years. It felt good to
make amends. I guess that gesture meant a lot to people because that was the first thing they wanted to
talk about both during the fights and in the interview I did between fights.
I was already dealing with a lot of emotions of guilt and shame for my recent relapses so seeingTeddy and
making amends to him seemed to put me over the top. I realized that I couldn’t just keep on
lying and pretending that I was still clean; that I hadn’t had some drinks or smoked some pot. So when
someone at the postfight press conference asked me what it was like seeing Teddy again, I had to
unburden myself.
“I knew that there was a possibility that I would be here with Teddy and I didn’t have a good
thought in mind about that at first, because I’m negative and I’m dark. And I wanna do bad stuff. I
wanna hang out in this neighborhood alone [I pointed to my head], that’s dangerous to hang out in this
neighborhood alone up here, right? It wants to kill everything. It wants to kill me too. So I went to my
A.A. meeting and I explained to my fellow alcoholics and junkies that I was gonna deal with this
certain situation here, and I explained the feelings that I evoked from it. Almost like, um, something
like a Hatfields and McCoys, I kind of explained to them. I made the right decision. I made Cus proud
of me. I made myself proud of me.
“I hate myself. I’m trying to kill myself. I hate myself a lot, but I made myself proud of myself, and I
don’t do that much. I was happy I did that. Maybe it was overwhelming to Teddy and he didn’t get it
yet. But he has to know this is sincere. I don’t wanna fight you no more. I was wrong. I’m sorry. I was
wrong. I just wanted to make my amends. If he accepted it or not, at least I could die and go to my
grave and say I made my amends with everybody I hurt. It’s all about love and forgiveness, and in
order for those guys to forgive me – other guys – you know, I want people to forgive the things I’ve
done.
“I’m a motherfùcker. I did a lot of bad things, and I want to be forgiven. So in order for me to be
forgiven, I hope they can forgive me. I wanna change my life; I wanna live a different life now. I
wanna live my sober life. I don’t wanna die. I’m on the verge of dying, because I’m a vicious
alcoholic. Wow. God, this is some interesting stuff.”
I choked up. And then I confessed.
“I haven’t drank or took drugs in six days, and for me that’s a miracle. I’ve been lying to everybody
else that thinks I was sober. I’m not. This is my sixth day. I’m never gonna use again.”
The press in the audience gave me a standing ovation but that meant nothing to me. No one gives
you standing ovations when you share in the rooms.
That was on August twenty-third. I’ve added a few days to my total as I’m writing this now. I hope
that I can keep clean and add more and more days and get more and more chips. I guess I was
arrogant thinking that I could beat this thing without the help of my support team and my A.A. family,
who belong to the only club that accepts people like me as members. I don’t want to die. I want to
continue my boxing career as a promoter. I want to do my one-man show again. I want to do more
movies.
After my recent relapse I was no fun to be around. Kiki and I were having a lot of rough times.
Part of me was even trying to blame the pressures of being married as the reason for my relapse.
Then the galleys for the book came. In going over the book with Kiki I had a spiritual rebirth. When we got to
the section about Exodus it was very difficult to get through. We both cried our eyes out. And I
realized in that very moment why I was married to Kiki. I suddenly knew the answer to the question
“Why would a guy like me be married?” I realized that our marriage was more than the union of Kiki
and me. I had to be married to Kiki to fulfill Exodus’s legacy. My marriage will allow me to do that
and to bolster my ability to be a good father. I’m a better person now because Exodus was in my life
and I vow to continue to be a better person now that she’s gone. I truly want to deepen my
relationship with Kiki and see my kids grow up to be healthy and happy. But I can’t do any of those
things if I don’t have control over myself. I can’t help anyone if I’m not well myself, and I desperately
want to get well. I have a lot of pain and I just want to heal. And I’m going to do my best to do just
that. One day at a time.

Mike Tyson wrote this?

Kiki and I all misty-eyed, reading the love letters of
great people in bed – my darkness gone, my spirit soaring from the inspirational words of our giants
of history.

Maybe part of it was searching my soul and digging into the darkest corners of my psyche to
honestly answer questions about my life.

Boy he sure writes well!

[max baer]

The conclusion of Undisputed Truth is quite revealing of Tyson's state of mind about twelve years ago, when he was still an addict.
I believe he's improved from then, but this chunk tells a lot about his consideration of himself and his past.

That was the way I intended to end the book. Kiki and I all misty-eyed, reading the love letters of
great people in bed – my darkness gone, my spirit soaring from the inspirational words of our giants
of history. But you have to live life on life’s terms, as I’ve said in the book. And I couldn’t live with
myself if I lied and tried to cover up what happened in the last few months.
Maybe part of it was searching my soul and digging into the darkest corners of my psyche to
honestly answer questions about my life. It also could have been the pressure of going back
into the world of boxing and entering the ring once again, this time as a promoter and nurturer of
young boxing talent. Of course, my chronic negative self-image doesn’t need much ammunition to act
out and sabotage whatever joy and happiness comes into my life.
But it happened and I have to tell you about it. About a month or so after I completed work on the
book, in April of 2013, I had a slip, my first one since January of 2010. I went out one night and I had
a drink. And then another. And another. I told you I’m a bad, bad drunk so I smoked some pot to make
me mellow again. I felt horrible when I came back to Kiki and the kids that night. But not terrible
enough to stop me from repeating my slip a few more times in June and July of this year. And then in
August, a week before my first Iron Mike fight promotion, which was broadcast on ESPN, I fell off
the wagon again.
Look, I’m a vicious addict and if I don’t follow my steps, I’m going to die. So I started going to
A.A. meetings again. One of the most important steps is to make amends. So right before the first fight
on my first card as a promoter I walked over to Teddy Atlas, my old trainer, who was doing the color
commentary for ESPN. I extended my hand and I apologized to him for my part in what happened
back there in Catskill in the ’80s. I hadn’t talked to Teddy for almost twenty years. It felt good to
make amends. I guess that gesture meant a lot to people because that was the first thing they wanted to
talk about both during the fights and in the interview I did between fights.
I was already dealing with a lot of emotions of guilt and shame for my recent relapses so seeingTeddy and
making amends to him seemed to put me over the top. I realized that I couldn’t just keep on
lying and pretending that I was still clean; that I hadn’t had some drinks or smoked some pot. So when
someone at the postfight press conference asked me what it was like seeing Teddy again, I had to
unburden myself.
“I knew that there was a possibility that I would be here with Teddy and I didn’t have a good
thought in mind about that at first, because I’m negative and I’m dark. And I wanna do bad stuff. I
wanna hang out in this neighborhood alone [I pointed to my head], that’s dangerous to hang out in this
neighborhood alone up here, right? It wants to kill everything. It wants to kill me too. So I went to my
A.A. meeting and I explained to my fellow alcoholics and junkies that I was gonna deal with this
certain situation here, and I explained the feelings that I evoked from it. Almost like, um, something
like a Hatfields and McCoys, I kind of explained to them. I made the right decision. I made Cus proud
of me. I made myself proud of me.
“I hate myself. I’m trying to kill myself. I hate myself a lot, but I made myself proud of myself, and I
don’t do that much. I was happy I did that. Maybe it was overwhelming to Teddy and he didn’t get it
yet. But he has to know this is sincere. I don’t wanna fight you no more. I was wrong. I’m sorry. I was
wrong. I just wanted to make my amends. If he accepted it or not, at least I could die and go to my
grave and say I made my amends with everybody I hurt. It’s all about love and forgiveness, and in
order for those guys to forgive me – other guys – you know, I want people to forgive the things I’ve
done.
“I’m a motherfùcker. I did a lot of bad things, and I want to be forgiven. So in order for me to be
forgiven, I hope they can forgive me. I wanna change my life; I wanna live a different life now. I
wanna live my sober life. I don’t wanna die. I’m on the verge of dying, because I’m a vicious
alcoholic. Wow. God, this is some interesting stuff.”
I choked up. And then I confessed.
“I haven’t drank or took drugs in six days, and for me that’s a miracle. I’ve been lying to everybody
else that thinks I was sober. I’m not. This is my sixth day. I’m never gonna use again.”
The press in the audience gave me a standing ovation but that meant nothing to me. No one gives
you standing ovations when you share in the rooms.
That was on August twenty-third. I’ve added a few days to my total as I’m writing this now. I hope
that I can keep clean and add more and more days and get more and more chips. I guess I was
arrogant thinking that I could beat this thing without the help of my support team and my A.A. family,
who belong to the only club that accepts people like me as members. I don’t want to die. I want to
continue my boxing career as a promoter. I want to do my one-man show again. I want to do more
movies.
After my recent relapse I was no fun to be around. Kiki and I were having a lot of rough times.
Part of me was even trying to blame the pressures of being married as the reason for my relapse.
Then the galleys for the book came. In going over the book with Kiki I had a spiritual rebirth. When we got to
the section about Exodus it was very difficult to get through. We both cried our eyes out. And I
realized in that very moment why I was married to Kiki. I suddenly knew the answer to the question
“Why would a guy like me be married?” I realized that our marriage was more than the union of Kiki
and me. I had to be married to Kiki to fulfill Exodus’s legacy. My marriage will allow me to do that
and to bolster my ability to be a good father. I’m a better person now because Exodus was in my life
and I vow to continue to be a better person now that she’s gone. I truly want to deepen my
relationship with Kiki and see my kids grow up to be healthy and happy. But I can’t do any of those
things if I don’t have control over myself. I can’t help anyone if I’m not well myself, and I desperately
want to get well. I have a lot of pain and I just want to heal. And I’m going to do my best to do just
that. One day at a time.

Man that was well written. Mike as a great way of expressing himself. I too have to avoid drink as it causes me such problems.

[Willie Pep 229]

Man that was well written. Mike as a great way of expressing himself. I too have to avoid drink as it causes me such problems.

I don't think for a second Mike Tyson wrote that.

[max baer]

I don't think for a second Mike Tyson wrote that.

many celebrities these days have ghost writers to help write their autobiographies to get the narrative flowing for the end reader. I read paul mcartney's autobiography written this way.
Iron mike is smarter then we may know. He apologises for his bad decisions because he made many misakes.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDwCbYzkzn4 this is a good interview to explain his difficult personality.

[Mr Mitts]

You're sure Tyson was the victim in that relationship?(I'm sorry, naturally he was always the victim no matter what he did) She was physically beaten by the most lethal fists in the world and her acting career tanked after that fiasco. And she didn't even need to, she was a beautiful celebrity who could have gotten any other rich, famous athlete and she chose a known woodwork wacko who damaged her money-maker.

How about you STFU with your nonsense, halfwit. Yeah, we know, he hit her as hard as he could with those lethal fists, you ******ed *****. If he hit her at all it was very lightly mainly to scare. So let me tell you again STFUP with your inbred idiocy, pal. You are getting tiresome

[Tatabanya]

Mike Tyson wrote this?

Kiki and I all misty-eyed, reading the love letters of
great people in bed – my darkness gone, my spirit soaring from the inspirational words of our giants
of history.

Maybe part of it was searching my soul and digging into the darkest corners of my psyche to
honestly answer questions about my life.

Boy he sure writes well!

He was assisted by an actual writer, as it happens with most biographies. In this case, Larry Sloman.

[Tatabanya]

I don't think for a second Mike Tyson wrote that.

Tyson may not be capable of writing so poetically, but he's surely able to express himself in depth, even during a simple interview.