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How the mighty has fallen. (NFL Insider).(Brief Article)
Muhammad Ali wanted us to know how pretty he was. So the red tassels on his shoetops were long enough to swing in sweet rhythm with the dancin' man.
Mike Tyson had a different idea. His were the theatrics of menace. Black shoes, no socks. Black trunks, black stripes. No glitzy fighter's robe. This elemental man hacked a hole out of the center of a towel and dropped it over his head.
Ali would float and sting.
Tyson's way, as defined in 1985: "I deliver blows with murderous intentions. I want to drive his nose bone into his brain."
Back then, he could fight.
He was even historic, the youngest heavyweight champion ever.
"Look at me, just a boy, and I've got the belt," he said November 22, 1986. He stood at a press conference, a championship belt hanging loose on his hips. Someone asked how his life would change: "Like, Mike, what about girls?" In his voice high and soft and thin as onion paper, Tyson offered what then seemed a charming answer: "I'm 20 years old. I'm just a boy. Girls, sure. Girls."