Or what I’m guessing he was thinking as he stepped into the ring, since I’m not, you know, a mind reader
Conor McGregor lost, but he’s not a loser. Let’s get that out of the way. I mean, any guy who can do this to a reigning champion is a winner in my book. Let’s also not forget the fact that McGregor got anywhere between $30-100 million for going 10 rounds against one of the greatest boxers in the world, Floyd Mayweather, jr. So, you know, boo hoo. I’m sure both guys sleep on piles of money.
But why did McGregor get in the ring in the first place – besides the money, and the opportunity to hand Mayweather his first loss? Continue reading
Oh ah ah cough cough
Maybe it’s because I have such a terrible memory – oh, who am I kidding, it’s definitely because of that – but the worst thing about feeling under the weather, for me, is seemingly forgetting what it’s like to be healthy. Coughing once is no big deal. But when I put on repeat performances, over the course of an entire day, my mind resigns itself to the new normal.
So, fine. This is my life now – unless I can send this scratchy, mucus-filled throat thing packing with a steady stream of orange juice and scorn. I mean, I have plans, and I can’t let this thing tear them apart. There’s baking to do, beer to drink and board games to play, man. Real adult stuff.
Also, there’s that whole Game of Thrones finale thing happening this weekend, and watching TV while vegetating on the couch is pretty much what people do when they’re sick. Another option is the Mayweather-McGregor fight. I’m not going to order pay-per-view – let’s not get crazy here – but I may catch the highlights on YouTube.
Then again, if it’s anything like the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight, it might just make me sicker.