I know I’m really late to the game on this post. I grew up in the 60s and 70s and saw Ali (and Cosell — both GOAT). That image of him exulting over Liston is one of the great photos of all time. It was used, in a genius move, as the cover of a translation of the Iliad. Nothing, to me, a classicist who reads Homer in…

Lol. Ali was the laziest dude in training camp.

Using identical logic, I would destroy McG in a real fight, in which I wield a 2x4. You’re a moron.

Well, that was idiotic. Yo, dipshit, ever hear what people call boxing matches? Friday Night Something Something? Typical MMA retard.

Lol. Watch him train, knucklehead. You realize this is not MMA, right? His punches arrive by mail with a huge blinking sign on them. He can’t hook Mayweather behind the leg and sit on his face, you know.

Never has a bigger crock of shit been so ably defended. McGregor has never stepped into a boxing ring and he is fighting one of the greatest boxers of all time. Give me a break.

That’s not the joke. Irony, brah.

There has never been a safer bet in the history of betting — other than betting that I have a boner in my pants, right now.

One got the idea, watching, that Toney did not prepare for that fight at all. He could have at least sparred with somebody using MMA techniques, to develop a basic way of countering them, if not engaging in them himself.

Tell it like it is, broheim. Pass me another PBR while you’re up.

As a white, amateur, (really old,) hopelessly untalented boxer, I see an uncomfortable amount of myself in Conor McGregor.

Because they are one-in-a-million genetic freaks of nature.

You owe me a new computer monitor.

I sheen it.... I sheen it happen...

Because nobody likes you, is why. Why don’t you do what the man says and go suck your own cock?

I see what you did there...

Man, they could have walked it to the plate faster. Yeah, old news, but still enjoyable.

This umpire is our police forces in miniature. He thinks his word should be obeyed without question by everyone, who should grovel at his feet. And if you don’t like it, he metaphorically (or literally) ends you.

Nah. What happened is what should have happened. It’s one of the great artistic moments of baseball, when the manager can berate the ump for cocksucking call and get kicked out. I’ve seen more than one team come from behind after that.

That was nothing compared to the great days of Sparky Anderson. He didn’t even kick dirt on the ump’s shoes, or turn his cap around so he could get millimeters from his face.