It's the new fighters who aren't so lucky.
33 HOURS TO THE FIGHT
Jimmy Lennon Jr. has been getting steams and massages and drinking tea with lemon all week. He is the Tyson-Holyfield ring announcer, and he doesn't want his golden throat to give out before the fight. Lennon comes from a long line of silky voices. He is a first cousin of the singing Lennon Sisters, and his father was a ring announcer at Madison Square Garden. All of which is just an excuse for us to tell our favorite ring announcer story.
It is 1930-something, and Johnnie Addie, the longtime Garden announcer, pulls the huge microphone down by the cable suspended from the rafters and announces, "Ladies-ees-ees and gentlemen-men-men! Here to sing-ing-ing your national anthem-em-em, Miss Clara Bee Weather-wax-wax-wax!"
At that moment, in the silence before the music, a heckler in the last row shouts, "Clara Bee Weather-wax is a 25-cent whore!"
Addie pulls the microphone down again: "Nevertheless-less-less...."
27 HOURS TO THE FIGHT
Cosmic forces have thrown together, in a space the size of a phone booth, Don King, Al Sharpton and Rodney Dangerfield. At high decibels and without the use of commas. King explains how the Tyson-Holyfield fight is causing "radio waves of love cherishment and brotherhood" to fly back and forth between the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower. Sharpton, nearly as voluble, remarks on Scripture and boxing. Danger-field's eyes bug out. "Speak up, fellas," he says. "I can hardly hear you."
20 HOURS TO THE FIGHT
There are two uniforms in a Tyson crowd: that of the Tyson Girl and that of the Tyson Guy.
The Tyson Girl is usually outfitted in a chartreuse stretch mini with matching stilt heels and a little purse. The heels are usually longer than the dress.