Tag: Iron Mike

What Kind Of Dummy Bets On a 58-Year-Old Boxer?!?

“Nothing fucks you harder than time” – Ser Davos Seaworth

As an old fart who has been through back surgery, hair loss, eyesight loss, hearing loss, rotator cuff injuries and all sorts of other old-man-related reality, I should have known that Iron Mike was a bull being put out to pasture in a gimmick fight. I wanted to believe he had a couple massive punches left in him.

I wanted to believe that “old age and treachery will always beat youth and exuberance” as Memet once said.

Apparently that’s only true when you bet against that fucker Tom Brady at age 44.

Jake Paul’s next opponent….



Tyson +350 To Win By KO/TKO? Yes Please.

Are we living in the fucking 1980s again, or what?!?

Trump just crushed Biden, which is like Reagan crushing Carter back in 1980.

America is shaking off the bullshit and finding their pride. I seriously keep hearing awesome 80s songs everywhere I’ve gone in the last week. I was in a hotel bar in Dallas last Sunday and they were cranking Van Halen and Motley Crue. It’s some kind of omen.

And now Iron Mike is fighting some faggy YouTube twat?

I didn’t even realize this fight was happening until yesterday. I thought the old man had some medical event on an airplane or something a few months ago and the fight was off forever.

But with Trump winning in a landslide, it is clear to me we are BACK on an awesome timeline where it is the 1980s again – the greatest decade in American history.

Ergo, we HAVE to take Iron Mike to knock this pussy out at +350. Mike is 58 years old now. He can’t dance around the ring all night with this fairy. He will need to put his fist into the back of Jake’s head and end it with a KO – and a +350 payday.

It’s either that, or the pussy wears Mike out and wins by decision. One or the other. I’m voting with America. I’m voting with Trump. I’m going with the ear-biting maniac at +350.

We’re back, bitch.