(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? (rampage1984@email.msn.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. (kirstennetsrik@yahoo.com)

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. (edberger@aol.com)

HEY! She wanted it.... Oh, you mean during the fight? (mwatts@nhbakersfield.com)

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! (atwright73@yahoo.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! (steve_medel@oxy.com)

The ref asked me how many fingers he was holding up and he knows I can't count past 2. (rampage1984@email.msn.com)

I guess I just wasn't hungry enough for it. (SMiller234@earthlink.net; mwatts@nhbakersfield.com)

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)