I never believed in boxing. I know it exists, unlike Santa or the Easter Bunny. But the idea of watching two men beat on each other without taking their clothes off first was a confusing proposition.
And with the pay per view barrier of $100, it just seemed outrageous. But let’s talk about the weigh-in anyway, where Mcgregor’s bulge dominated the discussion. How can so much meat fit into one pair of grey Calvin Klein briefs? It bounced and billowed as he yelled at Mayweather. This display had me asking the tough questions from the fight: Was his buldge real or was is simply the luck of the Irish?