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There are two ways to be heavyweight champion of the world.
You can do it the Mike Tyson way: Surround yourself with mooks and thugs, guys who would rather dance Swan Lake than say "no" to you about anything. Blow millions filling seven-car garages, sleeping under sable bedspreads and feeding your pet white tigers. Harass and molest your groupies.
Or you can do it the Wladimir Klitschko way. The current IBF champion, Klitschko is so lame he doesn't even have a posse. He has a Ph.D., a jones for chess and there are stuffed Easter bunnies on the lawn of the place where he stays in L.A. He doesn't even munch ears. Single, he doesn't sleep with his groupies, mostly because he doesn't have any.
An actual conversation Klitschko had at a bar one night in L.A.:
Woman: What do you do?
Wlad: I travel very much.
Woman: But what do you do?
Wlad: I am pugilist.
Woman: What's that?
Wlad: I do pugilistica.