I was promised a private interview session with Britain’s
engaging and entertaining World Heavyweight Champion Tyson Fury but all I got
was this holograph. I shouldn’t be
surprised that Tyson Fury was a no show because everyone’s having trouble
finding Tyson Fury.
Oh, he showed up for his surprise birthday part with family
and friends, but the quickly disappeared.
Several real heavyweight
boxers are looking for him. First in line former Heavyweight Champion Vladimir
Klitschko (remember him?) had a special kind of date with him on July 9 after
Fury stole the title from him in a lackluster sloppy fight that looked like
what happened in a mosh pit.
I’m sure Vladimir Klitchko regrets being bored that night he
lost the title. Bored or drugged, I don’t know which, but likely he felt he
didn’t have to train to defeat a long tall string bean who knew how to scuffle
and smother but not to fight. The judges
awarded the decision to the elated Fury who is working hard to stay elated
forever by being unavailable for anything but fun being heavyweight champ.
Surely, Fury realizes the impossibility of his position. And
why shouldn’t he hold the title as long as she can even if it means wearing
disguises and traveling only at night so that other fighters can’t find
him.
So I ask the Holograph Tyson Fury why he doesn’t get it over
with. He points at his foot. “You see this? A bunion? You know what happens if you risk the title
by going into the ring with a bunion.”
But you keep delaying, and you pop up once in a while like a
jack-in-the box in the oddest places talking about what a great fighter you are. And then you were so frightened that you were
said to be taking performance enhancing drugs.
But no fights?
Are you waiting for the 40 something Klitchko to pass away
from old age? And look, there are lots
of young fighters just waiting for you since you claim Klitchko will be a
cakewalk.
“What about Deontay Wilder?” I
ask.
Ah, Alabama! What?
Alabama. Who wants to go to
Alabama? Oh no, I protest, Deontay says
he will fight you in Buckingham Palace if you wish, or Picadilly Circus, or
under a streetlamp in Brixton.
To name just two. C’mon
man, give it up. We’ve heard of running
but that usually refers to inside the ring running. You run like a space traveler, dude. You got
lucky. We like you and you’ve had your five minutes in the spotlight. What I
have against what you’re doing is that you’re holding up the careers of a lot
of good people.
Let’s get it on, Tyson Fury. The curtain’s down. You have to
know it’s time to exit stage left.
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