I completely missed this. But it will be fun to watch the rerun next summer and maybe by then some indictments and subpoenas will have been handed out and it will all be ironic.
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“Street fighter” my fat, white ass. This motherless fuck has an advanced degree form Harvard and worked for Goldman. He’s about as much a part of the elite establishment as humanly possible without bleeding actual blue blood. That he’s hooked himself to the Mercer teat, funded by a guy who described the Civil Rights…
In Bill Cowher’s NFL, players work for tips.
I saw a tweet yesterday by some credulous dumbass that, more or less, went “To give McGregor no chance is absurd. Floyd has never fought anyone with his precision and power...”
Thanks. I going to ignore my yardwork and YouTube fights all midmorning.
Since we were the ones who made Floyd’s history of abuse into a national story, I fail to see your point...
YouTube “Toney vs Couture”. That’s pretty much what would happen every time a boxer steps in the cage.
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He’s a special defensive boxer, almost certainly the best since Whitaker. Roy Jones may have had better reflexes but he lacked Floyd’s discipline. It’s very tough to do an apples to apples comparison because both Jones and Mayweather fought pretty weak competition in their prime years.
Mayweather would get knocked out in the first round.
Hey Daniel,
+1 Caught between Conor McGregor’s head and New York City
Well, the intersection of Great Human Being and Pro Athlete is not the busiest one. And Deadspin did publish a few articles warning people away from this charade, and the moral repugnance woven in.
+1 Sailing. Didn’t expect to listen to this song over and over on a random Sunday.
Lots of good stuff by Albert there, three or four chuckle-worthy one-liners, and that GIF from ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’ was excellent as an illustration of a fighter who stops bobbing and weaving.
+ fucking 1, amigo
Inconvenient, sure. But I’m glad to see he got over it.
The one time some one ignores the “do not attempt” advice in commercials.
Unless they’re eating the ass end of a train to Detroit.