As we sift sheepishly through the wreckage of Mike Tyson’s fight with Jake Paul, relieved that a 58-year-old body is not strewn somewhere in the rubble, we’re tasked with making sense of the damage. And three words come to mind.
The first one, you’ll have already heard, read, or said yourself: ‘sad’. That’s obvious, so let’s get it out of the way. We saw a man 30 years removed from his prime, unable to do what once made him a uniquely feared athlete. We saw him shuffle awkwardly around a ring, against a much less skilled man – 31 years his younger – and we saw him apprehensive to let his hands go. Hands that once dealt such captivating destruction, the likes of which had never before been seen in sport. And in the end, we saw him lose.
