How is this argument still going on? Floyd Mayweather reacts to Conor McGregor’s latest racism remarks, the ex-boxing champion opened a can of worms here… In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks, here’s an update in the seemingly never ending beef between Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather. The retired
How is this argument still going on? Floyd Mayweather reacts to Conor McGregor’s latest racism remarks, the ex-boxing champion opened a can of worms here…
In case you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks, here’s an update in the seemingly never ending beef between Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather. The retired boxing great lit up the internet with some comments about the UFC featherweight champion, claiming racism was still alive, and that McGregor’s popularity was proof of that. Clearly, these comments were as controversial as they were sensational, and the combat sports world awaited McGregor’s response.
Finally McGregor responded, and he was fired up, blasting ‘Money’ as a jealous has-been and challenging the unbeaten boxing champion to a fight once again.
McGregor’s response;
Floyd Mayweather, don’t ever bring race into my success again. I am an Irishman. My people have been oppressed our entire existence. And still very much are. I understand the feeling of prejudice. It is a feeling that is deep in my blood.
In my family’s long history of warfare there was a time where just having the name ‘McGregor’ was punishable by death.
Do not ever put me in a bracket like this again.
If you want we can organise a fight no problem.
I will give you a fair 80/20 split purse in my favour seen as your last fight bombed at every area of revenue.
At 27 years of age I now hold the key to this game.
The game answers to me now.
5. Media instigators/An Garda Siochana. I apologise for having the air-soft in public. I was simply rehearsing for a potential upcoming film role.
I understand that the more traffic a story can get the more revenue it generates. So I understand and respect that the media must create these stories and these situations even if at times it is at other people’s expense. We’ve all got to eat. And I eat well. So I will not complain.
6. My next fight. What can I say, it’s just another night of easy work for me.
I don’t just own the game. I run it too
It’s not over yet though, as Floyd Mayweather has responded again, and he’s as cocky as usual…
(Would you believe us if we told you that canvas was a Serta? via Uproxx)
I’m not sure if it’s a bigger revelation that Roy Jones Jr. is still boxing at 46 years of age or that he’s still winning at 46 years of age (well, for the most part), but, uh, he is, you guys.
He may not be fighting the stiffest of competition, but Jones Jr. has managed to go 8-0 since 2011, defending the (German) WBU Cruiserweight title on three separate occasions and raising a solid middle finger to those of us who have been calling for his retirement for years.
Last weekend, though?
Well, last weekend wasn’t so kind on ol’ Roy, it wasn’t so kind at all, and now it seems like those critics have been coming out of the woodwork to say “I told you so.” Because we care and stuff.
(Would you believe us if we told you that canvas was a Serta? via Uproxx)
I’m not sure if it’s a bigger revelation that Roy Jones Jr. is still boxing at 46 years of age or that he’s still winning at 46 years of age (well, for the most part), but, uh, he is, you guys.
He may not be fighting the stiffest of competition, but Jones Jr. has managed to go 8-0 since 2011, defending the (German) WBU Cruiserweight title on three separate occasions and raising a solid middle finger to those of us who have been calling for his retirement for years.
Last weekend, though?
Well, last weekend wasn’t so kind on ol’ Roy, it wasn’t so kind at all, and now it seems like those critics have been coming out of the woodwork to say “I told you so.” Because we care and stuff.
Video after the jump.
On Saturday night, the single most dangerous man of the 90′s went toe-to-toe with Enzo Maccarinelli, the most Italian-sounding Welshman of the teens*, in a non-title bout. It bears mentioning that Enzo Maccarinelli is 35 years old, which, while being generally up there in terms of the boxing game, is still 11 years younger than Roy Jones Jr. As you might have surmised, he did not fare well.
In the fourth round of their twelve round affair, Maccarinelli knocked Jones Jr. damn near dead with a short right hook behind the ear, sending the longtime G.O.A.T careening to the canvas. It was a scary scene all around, made all the more scary by the fact that, and we think we’re the first to mention this, Roy Jones Jr. should have probably retired 5+ years ago. Some of our other hot takes: Enzo is a funny sounding name, the UFC-Reebok deal sucks, Conor McGregor hits pretty hard, and water is wet. Let’s see what you got, comments section!!
*Is that what it’s called, the time we’re living in? The teens? Or is it the twenty teens? The tweens, maybe? Someone figure this out for me, because I Googled it and got nothing.
(Referee Arthur Mercante Jr’s follow-up People’s Elbow seemed a touch unnecessary, IMO.)
Gabriel Bracero is not exactly what you’d call a “power puncher.” With just 5 knockouts in his 24 professional wins (the last of which came back in 2012), he’s probably one of the last welterweights in the game that you’d expect to see walk away from Saturday’s PBC on NBC Sports Net main event with a “Knockout of the Year” contender under his belt. BUT THAT’S JUST WHAT HE DID, YOU GUYS.
Paired up against Irish-American Danny O’Connor in a rematch of a 2011 contest that saw Bracero emerge victorious by unanimous decision, “Tito” needed just 41 seconds to ensure that there would be no trilogy match, capitalizing on a lazy left hand by O’Connor with an absolutely devastating overhand right that shut his opponents lights out.
(Referee Arthur Mercante Jr’s follow-up People’s Elbow seemed a touch unnecessary, IMO.)
Gabriel Bracero is not exactly what you’d call a “power puncher.” With just 5 knockouts in his 24 professional wins (the last of which came back in 2012), he’s probably one of the last welterweights in the game that you’d expect to see walk away from Saturday’s PBC on NBC Sports Net main event with a ”Knockout of the Year” contender under his belt. BUT THAT’S JUST WHAT HE DID, YOU GUYS.
Paired up against Irish-American Danny O’Connor in a rematch of a 2011 contest that saw Bracero emerge victorious by unanimous decision, “Tito” needed just 41 seconds to ensure that there would be no trilogy match, capitalizing on a lazy left hand by O’Connor with an absolutely devastating overhand right that shut his opponents lights out.
Video after the jump.
Oof…the sound of O’Connor’s head as it bounces off the canvas.
Of course, this being boxing, Bracero was quick to bless the man he had just destroyed in his post-fight interview.
“God Bless Danny O’Connor, I wish him the best. My message to him (after he got up was not to be depressed). I was down after my last fight, I was depressed and I didn’t want him to do that.”
I can’t imagine why O’Connor would be depressed, what with him recently having the part of his brain that identifies feelings being forcibly removed and all.
(Word has it that upon seeing this image, Brock Lesnar’s sword tattoo grew 3 inches.)
While admittedly not being experts in the field of boxing, we here at CagePotato still think we’ve seen enough action inside the squared circle to spot a sham — Big Knockout Boxing or Mickey Rourke, for instance — and my God, if this isn’t the be-all end-all of boxing shams.
Meet Jorge Kahwagi, the amorphous creature pictured above who is an actual human being and not, as we originally thought, a prop from the face melting scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark. According to Fightland, Kahwagi is some kind of Mexican politician/showbiz personality/boxer who, 10 years after compiling an auspicious 11-0 record, decided to step back in the ring last weekend at 47 years of age and prove he still had it. “It” in this case being a set of fake tits, shoulders, biceps, and a face surgically-constructed purely out of bologna.
The resulting contest was nothing short of tragic.
(Word has it that upon seeing this image, Brock Lesnar’s sword tattoo grew 3 inches.)
While admittedly not being experts in the field of boxing, we here at CagePotato still think we’ve seen enough action inside the squared circle to spot a sham — Big Knockout Boxing or Mickey Rourke, for instance — and my God, if this isn’t the be-all end-all of boxing shams.
Meet Jorge Kahwagi, the amorphous creature pictured above who is an actual human being and not, as we originally thought, a prop from the face melting scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark. According to Fightland, Kahwagi is some kind of Mexican politician/showbiz personality/boxer who, 10 years after compiling an auspicious 11-0 record, decided to step back in the ring last weekend at 47 years of age and prove he still had it. “It” in this case being a set of fake tits, shoulders, biceps, and a face surgically-constructed purely out of bologna.
The resulting contest was nothing short of tragic.
Paired up against Ramon Olivas — a man who we’re certain is currently tucked away in some hole in the wall cantina, shame-drinking himself into an early grave — Kahwagi came out like a man on fire, blistering his much younger opponent with a ferocious series of right hooks until Olivas laid slung over the ropes like Rampage Jackson circa 2004.
(*checks earpiece*)
I’m sorry, I’m being told that Kahwagi did no such thing, and in fact threw punches at a slower rate than a Libyan internet connection until Olivas just kind of took a knee. Even the announcers couldn’t help but pile in on the disgrace they were witnessing, noting “Nacho Beristain said Kahwagi is a fraud… he throws punches in slow motion” and “Let it be clear, this fight means nothing.” An admirable stance to take, but super unprofessional, you guys. Goldie and Rogan would have lauded Kahwagi for his ring control while informing us that we’re simply not fight-smart enough to understand the masterful display happening before us.
But alright, boxing, you win. MMA may be a three-ring circus of a sport, but it will never hold a candle to the absolute freakshow sh*t that I just witnessed. Not YAMMA, not Kimbo vs. Shammy, not Super Hluk. Not nothing. And for that, we thank you.
The most striking thing about the hysteria surrounding Floyd Mayweather’s fight against Manny Pacquiao on Saturday night was the hunger it revealed.
People—millions of them, it seems—were starving for some boxing.
There was a whole wo…
The most striking thing about the hysteria surrounding Floyd Mayweather’s fight against Manny Pacquiao on Saturday night was the hunger it revealed.
People—millions of them, it seems—were starving for some boxing.
There was a whole world out there primed for the sweet science to make a comeback, or at the very least a world craving the glitz and guttural thrill of a single big-ticket fight night. By the time Mayweather accepted Pacquiao’s best shots and spent the rest of their time together scripting another of his patented unanimous decision wins, one thing was clear:
Maybe this didn’t turn out to be a “super” fight—but boxing can still turn out a superfight.
ESPN went on location for it. Hollywood dressed to the nines for it. All over the country, entire extended families so willingly forked over the pay-per-view’s inflated $100 asking price that broadcast providers literally couldn’t take their money fast enough.
As MMA fans, we stood on our tiptoes and gazed across the aisle with equal parts skepticism, longing and—if we’re being honest—jealousy. Mayweather vs. Pacquiao was a bona fide cultural phenomenon, dominating the mainstream news cycle with a ferocity that our own beloved little sport has yet to come close to matching.
As we watched Jamie Foxx stumble through the national anthem and heard the stories about Tom Brady hopping a midafternoon jet from Louisville to Las Vegas because this was a fight he simply couldn’t miss, we wondered: How is this possible? What about us? Will MMA ever hold a fight this big?
The answer to at least that last question seems short and clear enough.
Unfortunately, no, probably not—at least not for a long, long time.
For the astute MMA fan, there were lessons to be learned from last weekend’s extravaganza. As much as we all like to joke about boxing’s demise, when it comes to appealing to a huge, crossover audience, the venerable sport of traditional prizefighting still has a few major advantages over MMA.
For starters, there is history, plain and simple.
Boxing is perhaps our oldest professional sport. It’s as deeply entrenched in our cultural psyche as its modern stick-and-ball counterparts and has arguably been more socially important than any (besides, maybe, baseball). Viewed this way, it makes a certain bit of sense that boxing can still swoop in to set pay-per-view records when it has a matchup that feels halfway historic.
Even if Mayweather vs. Pacquiao is the only boxing match they watch this year, the sport feels familiar and comfortable to today’s fans. To the untrained eye, the whole thing is actually pretty simple. Just two guys trying to punch each other, is all. As long as you don’t spend much time dwelling on the actual physical damage inflicted or the character of the men inflicting it, perhaps there is a sort of cozy nostalgia to it.
By contrast, modern MMA is less than two-and-a-half decades old in America and is still very much finding its legs with the mainstream. If you live and work inside the so-called “MMA bubble,” it’s easy to forget there is a nation of people out there who continue to think of our sport as a weird sideshow.
There’s an entire generation of PPV buyers who still turn away from MMA because, for example, they think it’s wrong to “hit a guy when he’s down.”
The bad news for MMA is, it’s going to take some time for those biases to wear down. The good news—if the sport survives long enough—is that they will indeed wear down.
Yet history can’t be the only answer here. A good bit of boxing’s ongoing ability to stage the occasional megafight must also come down to pure aesthetics.
The UFC has always taken pains to cast itself as fairly lowbrow. While boxing embraces pomp and lavish spectacle, MMA is a stripped-down affair. Where boxing announcers go black-tie, MMA play-by-play guys only recently started wearing sport coats—and looking pretty uncomfortable in them, at that.
While boxing cultivates a sense of over-the-top pageantry, the UFC consciously cut out the smoke and pyrotechnics years ago. In many ways, that more spartan approach helped the sport during its formative stages. It made MMA feel young, hip, maybe a little bit dangerous. Those of us who considered ourselves savvy and cutting-edge enough to tune in were at the forefront of combat sports’ revolutionary new wave. We could feel it.
But today? It’s possible MMA’s lean-and-mean vibe has lost its utility. Maybe at some point we replaced the feeling of underground, DIY cool with just being small-time.
A fight like Mayweather vs. Pacquiao can cast itself as family entertainment. Parents can plant their kids in front of the TV and tell them they are about to see history. Your grandmother can watch it, maybe even in the same room with a few of your college buddies.
Why? Presentation. Even if it isn’t, boxing strives to feel classy. Even if it isn’t, it feels safe.
On the other hand, MMA makes most of its money selling itself to young (mostly white) men. While boxing at its highest level at least makes a nod toward the champagne-and-cocktail crowd, the UFC only recently began asking us to embrace Harley Davidson, Monster Energy Drinks and the #BudLightLifestyle.
Where boxing occasionally manages to wake from its slumber, shake off the dust and adopt a kind of classic elegance, MMA feels forever mired in its own nu-metal roots. That look, frankly, is starting to feel as dated as barbed-wire tattoos and foil-skull T-shirts.
To this list of advantages you can add that boxing feels more inclusive and multicultural. In the moments before Mayweather and Pacquiao fought, there were performances of the American, Mexican and Pilipino national anthems (note: Remember what we said earlier about pageantry?).
The UFC doesn’t do any of this. It typically prefaces its live events with a video of its own highlights set to the music of The Who. The video is awesome, but it doesn’t set the same vibe or the same expectations.
In addition to that, boxing’s biggest stars feel like A-list celebrities. Why? They get paid a lot more, for starters, so they seem more like legitimate superstars. Mayweather may well be a despicable human being, but he turned himself into one of his sport’s most polarizing and profitable brands, basically by flaunting his own wealth.
In many ways, boxing’s lack of a strong, centralized power structure has worked against it, preventing the matchups fans wanted to see the most. If it has had any positive effect at all, however, it’s that fighters are left to promote themselves as the sport’s biggest attractions.
The UFC, on the other hand, has always promoted itself and its own brand above any of its athletes. This makes good sense, too, since—as we recently learned—fighters can fall out of the limelight at the drop of a hat, while the company and its executives are in it for the long haul.
But while the UFC has been undeniably effective in engendering a fair amount of brand loyalty, it’s clearly the athletes who drive PPV sales. If the fight company always insists on promoting its own logo above all else, it’s unlikely any UFC fighter will ever rise to the level of notoriety of a Manny Pacquiao or Floyd Mayweather.
To date, the UFC—and, by extension, the sport it largely represents—has been successful in creating a niche for itself. It has, at the risk of exaggeration, changed combat sports forever. It could even be that some of the negative reaction to the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight came from fans who’ve gotten used to the faster pace and highlight-reel finishes common inside the Octagon.
As MMA is currently presented, though, it’s tough to imagine it ever winning the kind of widespread appeal necessary to have a fight of such colossal magnitude. It’s difficult to foresee our sport becoming palatable enough that the Worldwide Leader puts it on par with the Superbowl, or that Robert DeNiro, Beyonce and Louis CK all want to be there. Not within our current identity, anyway.
Perhaps the most pertinent question, then, may be: Is that OK with us?
If it is, if we are happy with who we are and are too set in our ways to change; so be it. If we are not satisfied however, if we want to someday be considered capable of competing with the biggest nights in combat sports history, then perhaps we must realize that a few of the very things that made our sport popular now hold us back.
Maybe a bit more evolution is in order.
If that’s the case, here’s some more good news for you, MMA fans:
We’re young yet, and evolution is what we do best.
April 15th has never been known to be a forgiving or even modestly pleasant occasion, historically speaking. It marked the death of Lincoln, the sinking of the Titanic, the Great Mississippi Flood, the Boston Marathon bombing, and perhaps worst of all, it’s tax day. Tax day, you guys. Tax day. It also happens to be the day of my birth.
But it’s not all bad. General Electric was formed on April 15th, 1892. Jackie Robinson made his major league debut on April 15th, 1947. And just earlier today, Aaron Hernandez was found guilty of first degree murder. But arguably greater than GE or Jackie or the fact that McDonalds opened it’s first restaurant on this most historic of dates, was the fight that occurred between between Marvin Hagler and Tommy Hearns.
April 15th has never been known to be a forgiving or even modestly pleasant occasion, historically speaking. It marked the death of Lincoln, the sinking of the Titanic, the Great Mississippi Flood, the Boston Marathon bombing, and perhaps worst of all, it’s tax day. Tax day, you guys. Tax day. It also happens to be the day of my birth.
But it’s not all bad. General Electric was formed on April 15th, 1892. Jackie Robinson made his major league debut on April 15th, 1947. And just earlier today, Aaron Hernandez was found guilty of first degree murder. But arguably greater than GE or Jackie or the fact that McDonalds opened it’s first restaurant on this most historic of dates, was the fight that occurred between between Marvin Hagler and Tommy Hearns.
The date was April 15th, 1985, and undisputed champion Tommy Hearns found himself standing across the ring from who would turn out to be a truly formidable challenger in “Marvelous” Marvin. I won’t retell a story that’s been told a million times, but suffice it to say, “The War” is undoubtedly one of my favorite boxing matches of all time — a back-and-forth slugfest that can legitimately be called “epic” without sounding hyperbolic.
So on its 30th anniversary, relive this brilliant three-round slobberknocker with me and raise a glass. This is combat at its finest.