Uri and I dropped off the girls at the Fashion Valley Mall. It was the tenth anniversary of the mall's grand opening so we knew there was enough sales to keep them busy for the duration of the fight only ten minutes away. Once in our seats, we brought forth the sunflower seeds and peanuts our beloveds put into bags small enough for us to smuggle into the arena in our pockets. As the first excited sunflower and peanut shells hit the round, the lights went dark, spotlights went on, and the crowd cheered as Lenox Lewis' entourage escorted him into the ring accompanied by his chant-like theme music. Once in the ring, he raised one fist and brought upon himself and even more heartfelt round of applause. The lights went out again, but before the spotlights could come back on, the walls shook with hisses, boo's, and the total dislike for Mike Tyson. When the spotlights finally did come on for Tyson, there was already a barrage of garbage and drinks in flight, perfectly aimed to hit him. Uri and I looked at each other and smiled, for we knew the atmosphere, not the fight, would last in our memories forever. The instant Tyson was in the ring, he charged Lewis. Just before collision, he lowered the top of his head into Lewis' face. Lewis, taken completely by surprise, went down unconscious. During the split seconds of Lewis' descent to the canvas, Tyson let fly one right hook so powerful, that upon contact with Lewis' face, it snapped his neck and killed him before he reached the ground. Uri and I were in shock - the food still yet to be swallowed in our mouths and throats making us feel sick. The crowd's cheers and boo's were instantly silenced, and then a storm of scream, crying, and wretching swelled. A riot quickly took form by the ring, and grew and grew, consuming the whole arena. Our confusion became fear, and that fear became fear for out lives. Uri and I literally slugged, kicked, and fought our way out of the arena and made our way as quickly as possible to the car. Driving to the comfort and safety of our wives, we heard on the radio that Tyson was torn to pieces by the enraged mob shortly after killing Lewis. When we finally found our ladies, we tried as best we could to explain all the events, the deaths, and the difficulty in getting back to them. They simply smiled, touched our cheeks as if to compliment our imaginations, and made us try on shirts. |
