Legends of Mike Tyson: “He called me a photog-puncher and a recluse. I’m not a recluse.”
I don’t get to say this very often, let alone write it out: a bit of good news for Mike Tyson on this new year’s morn.
An Arizona judge ruled in his favor after a kerfuffle with a paparazzo last month ended with Iron Mike doing what he does best after eating peoples’ children.
Now, consider this: Coldplay frontman Chris Martin is about as adult contemporary as you can get before hitting Michael Bolton and even he whaled on the car of a photog that was pissing him off; Lindsay Lohan looks about as frail as grandma’s hip and even she’s become a pugilist when faced with paparazzi.
So what the hell did Tony Echeverria, the photographer in question, think was going to happen when he so importunately snapped away at Mike Tyson, a man who a) did hard time for three years for rape, b) bit off Evander Holyfield’s ear in the middle of a boxing match, c) was at one time the heavyweight boxing champion, and d) had a career record of 50-6, e) 44 of those wins being knockouts?
Tony should consider himself lucky Mike didn’t throw him down and step on his testicles.