Mike Tyson has been chosen to present Evander Holyfield for his induction into Nevada’s Boxing Hall of Fame on August 9, in, of course, Las Vegas, the scene of many crimes, factual and fictional.
Muhammad Ali didn’t just defeat Sonny Liston, he knocked him out. He didn’t just knock him out, he removed his heart.
When a member of the 20th Century’s Mt. Rushmore enters a new decade in a transcendent life, it warrants a trot down memory lane.
Canestota is a small town in New York, nestled between Syracuse and Utica. You would not know of this town if you didn’t follow boxing. And perhaps you wouldn’t know of boxing if not for Mike Tyson.
40 years! I’m sure some of you will differ on sporting events that in your mind were bigger, but nothing has ever or will ever come close to that magical night of March 8, 1971, at Madison Square Garden.
For those under 30, it’s nearly impossible for you to believe that boxing was once a divine sport, the apparent paradox of artistic barbarism. But it was.