When does the champ know that he doesn’t have It anymore? Is it after that first loss to a *** he should have knocked out in the second round? Is it when his body doesn't do what his mind tells it to do?
His punches are slow. His legs are weak. He once was one of the greatest. Iron Mike, they called him.
He loses to an overhyped cute boy with little skills, and blonde curls. It was brutal to watch.
He was king of the jungle in those early Brooklyn days. Old lions don’t just wander off and die alone. They get killed and eaten by younger lions.
After this charade, I hope the champ hangs up his gloves for good.
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