I recall being in my early 20's going to see Tyson Vs. McBride at the MCI Center in Washington D.C. I ponied up $2000 for seats for my wife at the time and myself. They were fucking great seats. I had Lavar Arrington (From the Washington Redskins) and his wife on my left, and Muhammad Ali and his crew on my right.
I sat through the bullshit undercard fights, not really giving a shit because I was sandwiched between legends, waiting on my hero Tyson to step into the ring.
When it was time for "Iron Mike" to take the stage, the arena was going fucking nuts! I have never felt such excitement to see another man in the flesh. (No homo)
As the fight began and the rounds went on, "Iron Mike" was getting bested to say the least. I was in shock. How can this nobody be out boxing my hero?
At the end of the six round my hero Mike Tyson quit. He sat on his stool in the corner and simply quit!
I have never been so upset in my life. It was at this moment I lost every bit of respect for the man we called "Iron Mike" I feel as if he collected a payday and never delivered the goods, and he did it on purpose.
I hope that one day he and I meet and I can tell him how I feel. It's been well over 10 years now and it still bothers me that he did that.