I was at a bar last evening, trading Tyson memories with an old friend from elementary school, when he reminded me of the Lennox Lewis fight. This was, if you’ll recall, the occasion that prompted Tyson to promise to eat Lewis’s childen and to “stomp on their testicles,” even though Lennox had no children on whose testicles to stomp.
Tyson came to the ring to a typically aggresive rap song (DMX, now that I’ve looked it up) while Lennox Lewis went with…“Crazy Baldheads” by Bob Marley. Now, I think that’s almost the most atypical boxing entrance music I can think of, but it was so perfect, so weird, so funny, such a “fuck you” to Tyson that it cracked me up a little remembering it. Lewis, of course, bludgeoned Tyson, who may or may not have had a tattoo on his face at the time.
It got me thinking: if you was a boxer, what would your entrance music be?
My choice: “Climbing Up the Walls.” Listen to that and imagine a skinny white dude with a smoker’s cough bobbing into the ring. You’re scared already. I know this.
It’s far more likely that I’d do a pro wrestling match than any kind of shoot fight. That noted, I’d probably go with Free Bird if I was the babyface, and Behind Blue Eyes if I was heeling.
I’d come out in a black hooded robe, with all my sycophants/trainers around me in white, and the Imperial March blaring over the sound system.
I saw a Red Wings vs Blackhawks game in Chicago where the 'Hawks played it when they came out onto the ice. I think that was the most awesome moment in sports I have ever witnessed. Too bad Chicago lost.
I will never again doubt villa’s Simpsons referencing skills.
(Strangely, that episode taught me the word “fustigate,” which was then on the SATs a few years later, which I lauged at in an quiet room of stress case high schoolers.)
