Floyd Mayweather is the greatest boxer of all time and, if you enjoy…

Floyd Mayweather is the greatest boxer of all time and, if you enjoy that sort of thing, for your money’s worth, the best bet in the history of modern sports. 49 men of admittedly diminutive size, though admittedly less diminutive as time wore on, stood in front of him and matched wits and reach and speed against the technique wizardry equivalent of satyagraha (insistence on truth) as employed against British imperialism by Ghandi. His mega fights were intriguing, though admittedly less so as time wore on, in part because the question was begged and unanswered, namely, was there an answer to Floyd. He remains undefeated vs men. Mayweather’s a legend.

Along the way he traded in the gloves and the accolades for several rounds with women. Landed in jail. Got out, fought, won.

To reduce him from boxing caricature to domestic violence caricature is bone headed, narrow minded. But it is fair. And Floyd remains undefeated vs women also. Mayweather’s a man child and a coward.

And through all the female smacking and the male smacking and the winning and bragging his wealth grew and grew. He left the mobs who are impressed by such things gob smacked, admitting to themselves that no one had really done it like he did it. Mayweather promotions.

And yet out of the void of Mayweather came a man who had he not may yet have been invented for us. This white knight of irish madness. This crashing grinding welfare grinder who used his flair and Mayweather’s swag to culturally appropriate the Mayweather “it”. Conor has “it” in spades, and jacks, and clubs. He has it in heart.

He is the warm blood of swag the way Mayweather is the cool villainous airiness. Mayweather is as aloof as his defensive boxing seems. McGregor is the left hand putting wrongs to rights. He is the flair and the power and the recklessness that Mayweathers calculated, defensive brilliance never can be.