You know - in slight defense of the guy that got his ass bullied around the ring by a bored, out of shape boxer - the old "I even beat him when I sucked" analysis can be flawed. The transitive property of defeat doesn't hold up in professional athletics because styles and favorable match-ups can come into play - especially in a sport where having a chance can be predicated on a single punch. Unfortunately for Conor McGregor, his fight against Floyd Mayweather is not remotely close to being considered professional athletics. This isn't even a sporting event. It's a fundraiser for two millionaires that's being poorly disguised as a publicity stunt. Mayweather is basically going head-to-head (for hundreds of millions of dollars) with a heavy bag that talks shit when you hit it like it's an Irish, x-rated children's toy. Floyd could have an epileptic seizure during the first round and he would probably still be able to shake the subpar punches of an MMA fighter masquerading as a boxer for an egregious sum of money. Now, I'm obviously still going to begrudgingly tune it. Not only because repetitive baseball highlights will have me starved for even the most non-competitive competition by late August, but because I can't hypocritically skip out on predetermined entertainment having just spent two months watching the NBA Playoffs. The pageantry of this circus alone will be more than enough to cover the cost of the PayPerView. That doesn't mean I won't hate myself for purchasing it after the fact, but that sense of self loathinfg will will be worth it to see just how eye-openingly lopsided a boxing match can be between the best, most technically sound boxer of a generation and someone whose technique appears to be that of the loudmouth drunk slurring his words from the end of the bar.
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