(updated 18 Jun 02)
Mike Tyson: Tell us...just what happened the night of the fight?
Huh? There was a fight? Where was I? Did I win? (email@example.com)
This was a fight that I just couldn't sink my teeth into. (FreeLooseDirt@aol.com)
I got paid, fool. You want to pay me to get my butt kicked again? Bring it on. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I only fight at press conferences and weigh-ins..I didn't know it was gonna be in a ring! (Internutt9@aol.com)
I bet against myself. (email@example.com)
HEY! She wanted it.... Oh, you mean during the fight? (firstname.lastname@example.org)
I was thinking about recarpeting my living room with all my new money, debating between pile and shag when all of a sudden it came to me - Canvas! (email@example.com)
Well! I thought I was supposed to be doin' that celebrity boxing show and fight Emanuel Lewis....... (L1061S@go.com) In due time Mikey...in due time.
I bled, I fled, then got lottsa bread! (firstname.lastname@example.org)
The ref asked me how many fingers he was holding up and he knows I can't count past 2. (email@example.com)
I guess I just wasn't hungry enough for it. (SMiller234@earthlink.net; firstname.lastname@example.org)
Ya know what...neither of them would have helped you this time...
I got my lucky wife beater shorts and my lucky boxing shorts mixed up. (RangerXman@aol.com)