Seeing how i work at Cox Communications, and that i get 50% off all Pay-Per-View events, i ordered the Lewis-Tyson fight for myself and my friends. We all know that "Iron" Mike Tyson is a felon, a half crazy loon that bites and head butts and probably doesn't deserve the attention that he gets. He got pummeled tonight, a thorough thrashing by a more talented Lennox Lewis. He got what was coming to him, and i didn't count on him winning. So why am i so saddened that he lost?
Here is my only explanation: I live in the past.
I find it hard to let
go of the things that i was brought up on. Mike Tyson is a name,
but with that name comes images and feelings
I confess that it's one of my problems that i refuse to believe that all good things must come to an end. I find it hard to say goodbye to anything, really, and i keep a tight hold on the things that mean something to me. I've had to say goodbye to blessed little in my life...i've only had 3 relatives die in my entire lifetime. I'm 23 years old!
I guess i'm just old school. My friends know i live in the eighties, for crying out loud. My music? I like it nice and retro. My favorite basketball player? Drafted in 1984, and he's still playing. My favorite TV show? The Simpsons, started in 1988, still in syndication. The list really goes on and on. Just be very glad that i dress normal and have no desire to grow a mullet.
That will be all.
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