Rick Reilly of Sports Illustrated has a very complimentary article about Klitschko in this week's issue, portraying him as the "Anti-Mike" (Tyson). Doesn't mention race or just why Wlady is so unknown despite his success but at least this will help giveKlitschko a bit more recognition in Caste System America. A couple excerpts:
"There are two ways to be heavyweight champion of the world. You can do it the Mike Tyson way: Surround yourself with mooks and thugs, guys who would rather dance Swan Lake than say 'no' to you about anything. Blow millions filling seven-car garages, sleeping under sable bedspreads and feeding your pet white tigers. Harass and molest your groupies.
"Or you can do it the Wladimir Klitschko way. The current IBF champion, Klitschko is so lame he doesn't even have a posse. He has a Ph.D., a jones for chess and there are stuffed Easter bunnies on the lawn of the place where he stays in L.A. He doesn't even munch ears. Single, he doesn't sleep with his groupies, mostly because he doesn't have any. . .
"Finding people who don't know [Klitschko] is easy. Throw a bucket of birdseed in any bar and you'll hit 50 of them. So far, on this May Wednesday in L.A., we've been to Gold's Gym in Venice, a cafe in Pacific Palisades and stopped for a few hundred red lights, and not one person has asked for his autograph or so much as honked a horn at him. Tyson, meanwhile, hasn't beaten a decent opponent in 10 years, yet was in London the other day and had to run for his life from people who wanted to touch him. . .
"Poor Klitschko. He's completely clueless about how to be a champ. He has this crazy notion about saving his money instead of giving it to Don King. . . Of 100 people, 99 will know Tyson and one will know Klitschko. Personally, I am more grateful to know Klitschko, a good man whose right hand is huge and whose heart is even bigger. And I think: Not more Tyson, less."