MIKE TYSON and I go back 22 years, back to spending endless hours in his Tokyo hotel room shooting the breeze when he wasn't on the phone to Robin Givens, his estranged wife, back home. I worked for The National Sports Daily back then, and in a few days, he was going to be our first huge story, the photo of him on his knees grappling for his fallen mouthpiece through swelled eyes, an image no one but James "Buster" Douglas imagined or anticipated.