Mayweather McGregor

Finally looks like this circus will be over August 26th.

There's a 0.00084% chance McGregor manages to connect within the first four rounds, but otherwise I expect a completely gassed McGregor doing nothing but eating counter-strikes for the last eight rounds.

I'll watch (for free), but will be happy when this shit-show is over.

UFC is ghey

I don't know shit about boxing but have followed MMA for quite a while. Does McGregor really have any chance against Money? Yeah he's young and stupid fast, passionate and strong and destroys people with striking in UFC, whereas Mayweather is 40 years old and basically retired... but still... I can't see him winning.

Yes, my extensive predictive models show he has a 0.00084% chance.

Regardless of the outcome a bunch of couch potatoes will be bilked but have water cooler topics for Monday morning

I think the majority of fight fans will be tuning into this in hopes Conner gets so frustrated he goes full MMA on Mayweather.

Agreed. 

This is going to be so bad.

JULY 14, 2017

Mayweather vs McGregor: a Roman Spectacle of Greed and Vulgarity

by JOHN WIGHT

We knew it was going to be vulgar. What we did not anticipate was that it would be ‘this’ vulgar.

The opening press conference of a scheduled four city tour to sell Mayweather vs McGregor on August 26 at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas kicked off at the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles earlier this week, where 20,000 fans were whipped up into a frenzy over the spectacle of two of the highest profile athletes in their respective sports, boxing and MMA, coming together for the first time to promote their upcoming non-title bout, set to take place under Marquis of Queensberry – i.e. boxing – rules.

This is not a serious fight. It is not even an event. Instead it is a spectacle of unfettered vulgarity and greed that has little if anything to do with sport. As such, the decision of the World Boxing Council (WBC) to sanction the fight brings that organisation into disrepute.

Amid the obligatory pyrotechnics, booming Hip-Hop, and promo films of both fighters training and talking trash, Conor McGregor appeared onstage first to a blast of his by now signature ring song, The Foggy Dew. For those who don’t know, this is a song that was written to commemorate the men of the 1916 Easter Rising in Dublin – men who rose up, arms in hand, to free Ireland from British colonial rule. The Ireland they fought and died for in 1916 is most assuredly not the country represented by a multi-millionaire who flashes money and wealth around like a latter day pimp, dressed in tailor made suits with the words ‘fuck you’ embroidered all over them, as he did at this press conference in LA. On the contrary, it is a perverse distortion of everything they fought for and an indictment of the values that dominate the country a century later.

As for Mayweather, what can be said that hasn’t been said already? In the ring there is no arguing the sublime skillset and sheer winning mentality of one of the all time greats of the squared circle. Outside the ring, we are talking a man who has succeeded in making a dollar bill seem like the most disgusting thing in the world. When he isn’t cavorting around shopping malls weighed down with more jewellry than Liberace, he’s flaunting one of the fleet of monstrously expensive vehicles he owns, always while surrounded by an entourage of flunkies and sycophants whose every smile is bought and paid for.

At one point onstage at the Staples Center Mayweather called over one of those flunkies, who duly arrived bearing a backpack, which no doubt cost more than what the average person in the crowd earns in a month.

Mayweather reached into the backpack and pulled out a check, which he boasted was for $100 million, flashing it aloft while assuring the crowd he is yet to touch it he’s so rich. The crowd whooped and hollered in response, intoxicated with the vicarious thrill of watching a rich guy flaunt his wealth. This, to be sure, was a glimpse of the moral sickness that feeds the obsession with individual wealth and fame in the land of the free.

Meanwhile, not more than a five minute drive from the Staples Center where this circus was being held, you come to one of the largest colonies of homeless people anywhere in the Western world. They call it Skid Row and it is here where you see the other America, a society with its mask removed, one in which economic failure is treated as a crime and punished accordingly.

The expletive-laden back and forth between both fighters onstage, the synthetic animosity, was acting of the B-movie variety. It failed to compensate for the fact that the entire thing is a joke, a charade, involving two athletes looking to cash in on their fame at the expense of anything resembling the integrity of competition or sport.

While the intimate relationship between big money and professional sport is nowadays a given, there is a line beyond which it becomes a violation of man’s evolutionary development, leading us to ponder if it may not have been better if as a species we had remained in caves eating grass.

It doesn’t have to be this way. When the great Cuban amateur heavyweight Teofilo Stevenson was offered millions to face Muhammad Ali in the 1970s, he turned it down, saying, ‘What is a million dollars compared to the love of 8 million Cubans?”

The only chance Conor McGregor has of laying a glove on Floyd Mayweather when they meet in the ring is if Mayweather allows him to. But by then it will be too late, as professional boxing will have been dragged through the mud with its reputation tarnished — perhaps beyond repair.

Until then we will be forced to suffer the antics of two very rich and very vulgar clowns prancing around to Hip-Hop music, dressed in garish outfits spouting profanities and epithets at one another.

Like the proverbial car crash, you cannot help but watch it unfold.

More articles by: JOHN WIGHT

John Wight is the author of a politically incorrect and irreverent Hollywood memoir – Dreams That Die – published by Zero Books. He’s also written five novels, which are available as Kindle eBooks. You can follow him on Twitter at @JohnWight1

That article is geared to indigenous tribes who've never made contact with modern man.

That Wight dude sounds a tad bit annoyed by it all. And let's be real. Boxing's reputation was tarnished long before this May-Mac circus.

Personally, I'm excited for the fight and will be cheering for McGregor; my dislike for him is dwarfed by my dislike for Mayweather. And although I'm expecting him to lose and get outpointed by Mayweather in a rather unspectacular unanimous decision, I'm hoping he gets the KO he's predicting. I also absolutely enjoyed the world tour pressers they did the past week. Seeing Mayweather get roasted like that was just hilarious.

This only gets us closer the the dream. Ufc champ fights 12 midgets with bats.

This only gets us closer the the dream. Ufc champ fights 12 midgets with bats.

This only gets us closer the the dream. Ufc champ fights 12 midgets with bats.

Does the fact that UFC is staged like WWF factor into McGregor's chances at all?

Hulk didn't beat Rocky right?