Fury might be the guy who gives the heavyweight division the goosing it?s needed since Tyson and Holyfield got old?
Only a possibly-intoxicated dime store novelist could dream up the character that is Tyson Fury, a jackass-sized man with a personality to match.
He is, according to lore, the descendant of Gypsy nomads who were bare-knuckle fighters, characters Hemingway might have conjured ? or met. Heck, somebody from the Fury clan probably slugged it out with Hemingway, or Jack Dempsey.
And that name ? straight out of a screenwriter?s notebook, maybe the runner-up to the one Stallone put in his original ?Rocky? script: ?Apollo Creed.?
He was born Fury?not Finklestein, or Stanko, or Snodgrass. And then his parents named him Tyson, after ?Iron Mike,? clearly deciding at birth that he would someday be the heavyweight champion of the world.
He?s a homophobic, misogynistic racist who declares that he ?doesn?t give a f*** what anybody thinks? ? then proves it, unequivocally, by crooning an Aerosmith love song to his beautiful wife in a stadium full of 45,000 people on worldwide television.
He called Wladimir Klitschko a ?Satan worshipper.?
He?s the life of a party that everybody wants to leave?a crass, crude, loathable (but inexplicably quaint and charming) clod, whose horrifyingly tone-deaf sense of humor is awash in each of those qualities.
Scariest of all, Fury might be the guy who gives the heavyweight division the goosing it?s needed since Tyson and Holyfield got old.
If this guy really can fight, we?re all in for a wild ride. Strap on your seatbelts ? and God help boxing.
