Dish is coming out of hiding after 6 years -- 6 years! -- to say how thoroughly boring and over-hyped the Tyson-Paul fight was on Saturday. Fully under the spell of boxing's PR machine, TG and I got ourselves ready with snax, booze, and long list of why we are losers from the town of Loser, population 2. Even though feeling a little vomit emoji, I hit the Watch Now button on Netflix and we waited. Four hours later, we realized we'd been had. Anything involving Jake Paul is a gimmick and you should never enter a room alone with Mike Tyson unless you are a dude in a Hangover movie. Why invest in this? Dish does not forget history. I remember that one's marriage, which ended in brutality, then the "sexual battery" case that resulted in so much suffering and backlash against women in general for having the nerve to tell their stories. Decades later he's celebrated, a riot, and a hysterical part of The Hangover series.
I wasn't sure why I fell for this fight. The idea of these two beating each other up--appealing. Maybe I wanted the old guy to beat up the young guy. And yet, it was about as exciting as cat flatulence. The opening band--female boxers--was way better.
Better to walk away from these boondoggle events. Here's to focusing on those worthy of our attention.
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On a brighter side, I saw the glorious Valerie Bertinelli walking in Riverside Park. Maybe coming from a dog run? I felt bathed in heavenly goodness.
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