We call this section "Arts & Leisure," which usually means art exhibits, theatre, and whatever other cultural forms live apart from film, music and books. But there's one "cultural form" we rarely cover: sports. Not only does sports combine with arts about as well as dill pickles and espresso, but I'm personally an anti-sports snob and I make no apologies for it. "Sports, schmorts," I'll say, "There's no room for sports in my section of Weekly Wire."

Until now. Last week something wonderful happened that confirmed my snooty cultural bias. Out of his sheer love for art, a certain chap took it upon himself to turn another chap -- with whom he was locked in passionate embrace -- into his own personal Van Gogh. You should have heard the Expressionism that resulted.

Yes, I'm talking about Mike Tyson. His toothy antics have inspired some of the best sports columns I've ever read, by writers clamoring to weigh in (pun intended) on the matter. They'll either explode with outrage, as with this gentleman, or strike a smugly witty "What did you expect from boxing?" pose, as did this chap and this fellow. The results qualify as their own form of art.

If you couldn't care less, we've got an interview with comedian Chris Rock, a story about the photography of Ansel Adams and Eliot Porter, and surveys of the vibrant art scenes in Tucson, Arizona and Austin, Texas. I promise an even more artful Arts section next week.