When they announced that Roy Jones Jr. and Mike Tyson were getting into the ring months ago. I was like WHAT!!!? They both played in the sand box with me. Not that I know them at all but I’m their age. Mike is 54 and Roy is 51. I’m 53 and will be 54 in April.
I wasn’t a professional athlete but I know what 50 plus feels like every morning playa. Once these cats retire they age like everyone else and most times even worse because of all of the injuries sustained while competing.
They both proved the world wrong. I know that I tuned in to see one of them get knocked out and his name wasn’t Tyson. I literally thought Iron Mike was going to kill (knockout) this dun. I’d been watching the training videos of them both and Mike just looked better.
Well…I’ll say that he looked a lot better sparing than he did actually boxing but I bet the normal Joe would have been unconscious within the first 45 seconds. Roy was a straight up G out there! He was exhausted within the minute of first round 1 and he went the distance!!! That was incredible!!!
The fact that they both lasted all eight rounds was amazing. Think about it, two cats in their 50’s fighting for 16 minutes. That’s impossible!! Roy Jones Jr. gets way more respect than anyone today because that dun had the gonads to get into the ring with Mike Tyson even if it was for charity.
In my hood vernacular, “Mike ain’t all there playa. Ain’t no way I would get into the ring with him at 70 years old. He might just snap and do anything to a boy.” Keepin’ it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! Mike was looking to knock ole boy out but he couldn’t square up on him. Credit to Roy for staying out of the way.
Now what’s up with Nate Robinson bruh? That dun went out there and literally shredded his ghetto pass in front of the entire world. He can’t ever go outside again. Ever!!! First of all, when the fight started he was running after Jake Paul like he’d stolen his sneakers out of his gym locker and couldn’t go home without them. The dun was out of control swinging like he was fighting on lunch hour at Ernie Pile Elementary School. He was leaving himself wide open to get knocked out. My wife looked at me and said he bout to get knocked out. He can’t even basic fight. That means he couldn’t have survived growing up in ANY HOOD, USA in the ’70’s and ’80’s.
It was just a matter of time that he was going down flat on his face. He got hit in the back of the head on the first stumbler. Now you know that it’s bad when a dun hits you in the back of the head.
Nate can’t ever talk trash to another human being for as long as he lives. Boys are going to be walking up to him knocking his books out of his hands, tipping his cap off of his head and kicking him in the butt when he reaches over to pick them up. Y’all know the drill. When boys thought you could fight they laid off of you for fear of getting those hands. Once they find that a boy can’t fight it’s on everyday. He’ll come home butt naked for the rest of the school year. Ole Nate’s going to be paying toll to get to and from school and giving up his lunch money.
His pass has been officially revoked. He looked like he’d never been in a fight in his life. Terrible. And why on earth would he get out there and embarrass (expose) himself like that? Darn shame…stop me when I start lyin’!