Tyson was a legend growing up.
My wife taught at a basketball school in Toronto. Basketball school was a polite way of saying that it was a largely black school where the student body took basketball super seriously.
Me?
I went to a boxing school as a kid.
Though Jordan was beloved, the real king of our school was Mike Tyson.
It was there that I learned about ‘the three hits’.
I’ll hit you, you’ll hit the ground’n the ambulance with hit ninety taking you to the hospital.
After being asked whaddareyou lookin’ at, at my school you’d be offered 'a puckn’ the head or a puck upside the head.
I wasn’t really sure what they meant as those offering said puck didn’t play hockey. ‘Puck’ may have been slang for punch. I’m not sure. I didn’t ask.
Life at a boxing school was rough - gym class even more so.
Gym class had two distinct periods of time. The first was the time before being hit in the face. The second what how things went down afterwards.
Two periods? That’s not true. Being hit in the face is it…
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