By Monica Alonzo
By Stephen Lemons
By Jason P. Woodbury
By Dulce Paloma Baltazar Pedraza
By Ray Stern
By Pete Kotz
By Monica Alonzo
By New Times
Boxing His Ears
The Spike was thrilled to run into none other than former heavyweight champion (and convicted rapist) Iron Mike Tyson last week at, of all places, the Circle K on Seventh Avenue and Bethany Home Road.
The Spike was in need of a pack of smokes (hey, it was 10:30 at night) and immediately spotted Tyson through the window. Hard to miss a guy with a gold tooth and a tattoo covering most of his face. He was wearing a flowing white jacket.
"How'd you know I was in here?" Tyson cooed as The Spike approached, towing a sleepy 7-year-old who The Spike had convinced needed an autograph of the infamous boxer. Ever the resourceful journalist, The Spike produced a reporter's notebook where Tyson graciously scrawled his signature. Although illegible, he did get the date right.
Happily, The Spike wandered off to find the Marlboros without thinking to ask Iron Mike what the heck he was doing in a central Phoenix convenience store besides browsing the selection of corn nuts. Perhaps he's relocated to the Southwest after recently selling his 48,000-square-foot Connecticut home to rapper 50 Cent for $4 million, something to do with a bankruptcy.
Not that Tyson has been keeping a low profile of late. He was recently spotted at a Lakers game, holding a sign that said: "Free Kobe."
Later, a Circle K clerk told The Spike that Tyson occasionally comes into the store, although usually really late, "like three in the morning."
Tyson's been to Phoenix to train for fights before (and, shocker, was involved in some kind of scuffle outside Hi-Liters strip club last year, although no charges were filed).
And this time the corn nuts he was eyeing may be part of his regimen. He's reportedly signed on for an upcoming K1 bout in Tokyo where he'll likely take on a 500-pound, 6'8" former sumo wrestler named Akebono. K1 is a combination of boxing, kickboxing, karate, tae kwon do, karate and kung fu which is violent enough to be illegal most places. (No word on whether ear biting is permitted.) And again, when it comes to Mike Tyson, there's no surprise there.
Law and Disorder
And speaking of people who know their way around a courtroom, The Spike was happy to see that Governor Janet Napolitano was able to turn her recent call to jury duty into a huge photo op that landed her all over the evening news. Or maybe, what with needing money for Child Protective Services and prisons, the gov just didn't want to fork out the $50 for ducking jury duty that Presiding Maricopa County Superior Court Judge Colin Campbell has taken to fining jury scofflaws -- this in another media side show aimed at warning us citizens to quit pretending our jury summons must have gotten mixed in with all those holiday catalogues, credit card offers and other junk mail and, whoops, somehow wound up in the recycle barrel.
The Spike, who would never, ever throw away a jury summons, oh, no, no, can't really blame those who do, given the ridiculous amount of petty bickering that seems to be clogging up our court system these days. The Spike has been keeping an eye on jury verdicts for the past few months and on more than one occasion has had to shake its pointy little head at the things people will do for money. (Note to plaintiffs: Get over yourselves.)
Consider the following classic examples of a big fat waste of time:
A 53-year-old housewife who volunteers as an animal rescuer sees some geese on the road in a local housing development. She tries to entice the waterfowl to a nearby manmade lake. At which time, she alleges, she is set upon by another woman, this the 51-year-old driver of an 18-wheel tractor-trailer rig. Yikes.
The truck driver apparently doesn't like her feeding the geese, and tells her so. The Spike doesn't blame the trucker. Those geese leave quite a mess of geese crap once they settle into a neighborhood.
A fight, of sorts, ensues. The housewife sticks a four-pound can of bird seed in the truck driver's face. The trucker pushes it away and breaks it. The housewife slaps the truck driver, who locks herself in her van and calls police. (So much for that stereotype!)
The housewife, who actually filed the lawsuit over this little dustup, claims she not only was injured in the incident but that it also aggravated her migraines. She wanted $25,000.
These people stewed over this for nearly four years before the case even made it to trial. The trial lasted three days. It took the jury 35 minutes to toss the case.
A couple weeks ago, another jury rightly recognized that shit happens, and not just the kind deposited by geese. This involving a "slip-and-fall," the kind of claim that keeps plaintiffs' attorneys in groceries. In this case, someone slipped and fell on an ice cube at a local grocery store -- six seconds after the offending cube had fallen out of a customer's bag of ice. The jury recognized that even the speediest of box boys couldn't have mopped it up in time. Two-day trial, 30 minutes to reach the verdict.