Showing posts with label Mike Tyson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mike Tyson. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Getting Bradley a slow dance with the devil

Milton Bradley can find men -- other black men like himself -- who have taken the same trails in life, run into troubles and then got to the end of the trail to confront some unintended, often horrific, consequence.

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Maybe Bradley's life hasn't played out yet quite like O.J. Simpson's or Mike Tyson's or Chris Henry's or Plaxico Burress' or Jayson Williams' or Michael Vick's. To his credit, Bradley has had no criminality attached to his crass behavior or, apparently, no long list of "baby mommas" like Shawn Kemp to eat into his net worth.

That's a comfort of sorts. It's also a reminder that, for all of his temper tantrums, Bradley has escaped what has undone other big-name athletes. Then again, it might just be his dumb luck.

For Bradley has shown he's a hard push from going off sanity's precipice. He's a blood-and-guts example of pent-up madness; he's an emotional volcano that threatens to erupt like Mount St. Helens. He doesn't need a change of scenery; he needs psychiatric treatment.

What Bradley, 31, doesn't need is a maple or ash bat in his hands and people around him. He proved as much in past seasons and last season. For the Cubs, he went postal, fighting people's efforts to restrain him. His rage, though, was impossible to corral. Much like trying to harness a rattlesnake, you steer clear of it, ever mindful that the rattler can kill at any moment.

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Friday, November 13, 2009

Tyson's rage: Tired act lasted too long

I don’t know how anybody in America can be surprised at what Mike Tyson does. Tyson’s thuggish behavior had stopped engendering sympathy long before the turn of this new century.

He has had more brushes with the legal system than any professional athlete whose life plays out under the white-hot glare of the global spotlight, and, for whatever reason, despite his lack of penitence, Tyson fascinates some people who see him for what he isn’t: a decent man.

His life is one misstep after another, a life lived much the way that Britney Spears has led hers. No scandal is too big to sidestep; no rumor too embarrassing to disprove. Trouble has trailed Tyson like a bloodhound, as his latest arrest demonstrated.

Now, I can only imagine what a photographer was trying to accomplish in taking a picture of Tyson at an airport. I know the prying eyes of a photographer’s camera have access to a celebrity wherever he travels. From Buenos Aires to Bombay, a pro athlete of Tyson’s fading stature is still a good subject for any photographer to shoot.

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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Tyson's torment: Champ opens up to Oprah

The documentary was crass and coarse -- a vulgar, unedited introspective into Mike Tyson the man. The film, a hauntingly brutal look inside one of boxing’s most enigmatic figures, left people with not much to like about Tyson.

They had long ago learned to revile Tyson the person as they revered Tyson the prizefighter, so nobody needed a film to expose that hard side of his character. Yet as much as people knew about Tyson, they couldn’t possibly know all of him, which made his documentary even more riveting.

"I was so impressed with what you were able to reveal about yourself," talk show queen Oprah Winfrey told Tyson when he sat in front of her for an interview that aired Monday. "It feels like it's more than about you; it really is a study in humanity."

In her face-to-face chat Monday with Tyson, Oprah dug deeper into the humanity of this troubled athlete. She brought out a side of him that even his documentary could not do. She showed Tyson as a contradiction -- a complex man chasing shadows, a man peering too far into his past and seemingly unable to enjoy the present.

As he sat next to Oprah, Tyson shed tears. He cried, too, in his documentary, but the slickness of it showed the jagged edges that made him the most feared prizefighter of his era.

No cutting room or video editing, however, could mask the man’s torment. Tyson told Oprah about his childhood and about his love for his mentor, an aging white trainer named Cus D’Amato. He took the teenaged Tyson into his home, befriended him and taught him the finer points of fighting.

Under D’Amato’s tutelage, Tyson harnessed the rage he felt, a rage nurtured on the unforgiving streets of Brooklyn. His life in the public’s eyes might not have amounted to much if not for D’Amato and his steadfast support of Tyson.

The trainer’s death loosened the reins on Mike Tyson. The rage inside Tyson, stored there since his boyhood, emerged for the public to see.

The rage turned Tyson into a beast -- a loveless, thoughtless, unrepentant monster whose excesses led to the most destructive of behaviors. Those behaviors reigned over Tyson’s life and sent it barreling through stop signs that others tried to put in front of him.

He took others on his joyride.

Tyson recounted that joyride for Oprah. He talked about his fights with women and with boxers and with himself, a fight he’s continued to wage with no hint that he has banked many rounds in the win column.

Yet his Oprah interview showed even better than James Toback's documentary, released last year, how vulnerable Tyson is. While he acknowledged to Oprah that the streets taught him to show no weakness and to use his fists to settle matters, Tyson never learned the lessons there that would bring him respect away from the streets.

The streets helped him earn adulation and wealth and notoriety, all the trappings of being able to use his fists well. But his fists couldn’t teach him how to live in a world larger than Brooklyn. His fists didn’t teach him to love and to care and to trust.

His fists of fury also didn’t teach Tyson how to overcome tragedies that would visit his life, and he faced many of those tragic events after Cus D’Amato’s death. It was difficult on Tyson, though not as difficult, it seems now, as the death of his 4-year-old daughter Exodus earlier this year.

Tyson, his voice choking, struggled to find the words for losing his daughter, and Oprah didn’t press him on it. She sat back and let Tyson take his feelings about this loss wherever they dared to go.

And as he wrestled with his emotions, Tyson told Oprah: “I’m tired of losing. I wanna win now.”

For the champ, the losses have piled higher than his wins, and maybe he’s solely to blame for that. He told Oprah as much. But no wins or losses are as important as finding a handle on life, and Mike Tyson might yet do so before he steps out of the public’s eye forever.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Wanted: A heavyweight fans care about

Boxing is a dead sport walking, some people contend. And they might be right if they’re judging the sport on the men who lord over the heavyweight division.

Quick, can you name any of the division’s No. 1 contenders?

Only the most diehard fan can, because the heavyweight division is a mishmash of nameless, faceless palookas that draw yawns from folks who still insist boxing matters.

Think this is an exaggeration? OK, did you know that the WBC champion defended his heavyweight belt Saturday night? Vitali Klitschko fought the tub of Jell-O known as Cris Arreola. No reason to offer details about a fight that nobody noticed. Klitschko fighting anybody wouldn’t fill a middle-school gym unless the promoter gave away most of the tickets.

Making a fight fan fork over cash to watch the bout on pay-per-view television is about as appealing as paying top dollar for box seats to an Indians-Orioles game. Or, more to the sport, paying for ringside seats to see Larry Holmes (old and beyond his fighting weight) and Muhammad Ali (old and in poor health) fight again.

Sentimental value, perhaps; as high art, well … retired fighters in their 60s ought to stay retired.

And plodding fighters like Klitschko need to get out of the sport, too. Then again, he can’t be blamed for what’s happened to the most prestigious division in boxing. Not since Lennox Lewis retired in 2003 has the heavyweight division had a fighter anybody cared about, and even Lewis wasn’t a headliner in the Mike Tyson mold.

This is the nadir of the division. It had a transitional period after Rocky Marciano retired unbeaten in the 1950s and again when Viet Nam-era politics put Ali’s career in limbo during the ’70s. But the sports revived itself; it found new personalities to carry the banner of yesteryear’s greats.

But where are those personalities today? They can’t be found in Klitschko and his brother Wladimir, who combine to hold three of the four heavyweight belts. Before the bout Saturday, the two brothers had beaten two unknowns -- Ruslan Chagaev and Juan Carlos Gomez -- this year.

Did anybody notice those fights? Did the bouts make the SportsCenter highlights? Did they give fight fans things to talk about?

This is not to denigrate the Klitschko brothers. They can’t be faulted for breaking into boxing during a period when the heavyweight championship isn’t the glamorous title it used to be. Nor can they be faulted for being Ukrainian and for not being able to build a following among American fans.

The division might benefit if the Klitschkos played the role of the evil Soviets, stealing a persona that helped pro wrestling thrive: good vs. bad. But the ill-well toward Ukrainians isn’t what it was during the Cold War and when the Soviet Union stood as a threat to Americans.

That threat no longer exists, of course. And a legitimate American threat in the heavyweight division doesn’t exist either. Absent one, the division can’t grab the attention it once held.

That has allowed the smaller weight divisions to take the spotlight. The Juan Miguel Marquez-Floyd Mayweather bout eight days ago packed the MGM Grand and drew one-million buys as a pay-per-view attraction.

Klitschko-Arreola filled nothing, and the bout probably didn't draw a million viewers on cable TV, which is a pity. Then again, maybe the lack of interest in this bout simply proved that a boxer's size never should have been important when judging talent inside the squared circle.

The little men have always put on a great show.

(Photo of Vitali Klitschko by sunshinetrue's photostream)