Mike Tyson was in a youth detention center called Tryon right by where I grew up. When he hit the big time me and my friends where in high school, Iron Mike was like a God, a real life New York hero. We would get so jacked up for his fights, that on back to back Tyson fight nights I got arrested. Needless to say my parents stopped letting me go out when Tyson fought, so I had to stay home and watch his fights with them. Which to be honest wasn’t all that bad cause my dad is a big boxing fan.