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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - It doesn’t operate on a set timetable.
Because Leron and I work in the same building but in different departments, our occasional meetings are by chance while grabbing coffee, stopping to chat up a lovely friend or heading to a mandated company gathering at the end of a given month.
But regardless of when they occur, the encounters always go the same way.
The discussion topic inevitably turns to boxing and my 30-something colleague immediately begins singing the praises of his generation’s signature heavyweight champion – Mike Tyson.
It happened again last week.
“The guy was a wrecking machine, man. Nobody in the world could stand in there with him at his best,” he chirped. “Did you see what he did to Michael Spinks? The guy was scared to death.”
I nodded politely, tossed in a “Yeah, he sure was” in his general direction every now and then, and indulged my pal his recurring worship.
Until, that is, he went a little too far.
“There’s not a heavyweight champion in history that he wouldn’t have beat.”
I was momentarily stunned.
But by the time the last syllable fully cleared his lips, I let go with a counter that befits my extra decade of life – and, by osmosis, boxing knowledge. [Click Here To Read More]
Because Leron and I work in the same building but in different departments, our occasional meetings are by chance while grabbing coffee, stopping to chat up a lovely friend or heading to a mandated company gathering at the end of a given month.
But regardless of when they occur, the encounters always go the same way.
The discussion topic inevitably turns to boxing and my 30-something colleague immediately begins singing the praises of his generation’s signature heavyweight champion – Mike Tyson.
It happened again last week.
“The guy was a wrecking machine, man. Nobody in the world could stand in there with him at his best,” he chirped. “Did you see what he did to Michael Spinks? The guy was scared to death.”
I nodded politely, tossed in a “Yeah, he sure was” in his general direction every now and then, and indulged my pal his recurring worship.
Until, that is, he went a little too far.
“There’s not a heavyweight champion in history that he wouldn’t have beat.”
I was momentarily stunned.
But by the time the last syllable fully cleared his lips, I let go with a counter that befits my extra decade of life – and, by osmosis, boxing knowledge. [Click Here To Read More]
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