Floyd Mayweather Is Fighting Conor McGregor and We Can’t Help yet Be Excited

The dream matchup of all dream matchups — the one that we thought was intended to sink under the heaviness of sense of self, fear, and posturing — looks like the genuine article. As per Yahoo Sports, undefeated (and resigned) boxer Floyd Mayweather will strap up to battle UFC champ and genuine live Notre Dame mascot Conor McGregor on August 26 in Las Vegas. 

That the battle is occurring at all is a noteworthy overthrow; since talk began back in May 2016 of a conceivable Mayweather-McGregor matchup (on the grounds that Floyd began it), it's dependably felt somewhat more like a staredown, or a snoop-measuring challenge, or a lever for McGregor to use to secure an ever-bigger payday from his managers at UFC. Also, is there any valid reason why it wouldn't feel like that? Mayweather hung them up, after a joke of a battle against the outmatched Andre Berto to bring his record to 49–0. Also, McGregor … isn't a boxer. Which dependably felt like a sufficient support against such a matchup regularly meeting up. But here we are. 

Putting aside the genuine plausibility that one gathering hauls out, or of an advantageous contradiction over the handbag split, or of any number of other potential barricades amongst now and August, two inquiries instantly ring a bell. 

The first — why is this really happening? — has a simple answer: cash. Hurray recommends that every contender stands to make $100 million from the matchup. I would battle Floyd Mayweather for $100 million. (Floyd's late-vocation move from boxer to boxer-and-promoter — he'd lease the field, and pay everybody from concessions merchants to his rival out of his own pocket — suggests he won't not agree to a 50–50 split.) McGregor, as a two-division champion, has basically nothing left to demonstrate in the octagon; even a misfortune in the most prominent battle in years would move him on the "in the end featuring in Fast and the Furious motion pictures" direction he is by all accounts seeking after. That, and the $100 million. 

The second question — who will win? — also has a conspicuous answer: Floyd Mayweather. Best I can tell, the two men have consented to a fight. McGregor is a first class blended military craftsman, and I've incredibly delighted in watching him demolish (and mouth off at) adversaries with an uncommon mix of speed and one-shot power. In any case, Floyd Mayweather — even a two-years-resigned Floyd Mayweather, a 40-year-old Floyd Mayweather, a Floyd Mayweather who spends his days pulling back beds of money from the bank to use in his own particular strip club — is a boxer. More than that: He's the best pound-for-pound contender of his era, had of protective abilities that "tip top" doesn't verge on depicting. On the off chance that these two are boxing, I know who I'm picking. 

However, even a battle that Floyd enters as a monstrous top pick (Bet365 has him at less 1000, however that will probably drop as we approach August) is sufficient to qualify as the greatest occasion of the year, effortlessly. It's surely the greatest matchup since Mayweather battled Manny Pacquiao in 2015. Furthermore, it will drain all the oxygen out of the Gennady Golovkin–Canelo Alvarez battle happening September 16, despite the fact that that fight — between two genuine boxers! — is the one with genuine ramifications for the game. 

Furthermore, that, formally, is sufficient protesting. Since this battle is really a gift, and the most energizing thing to happen to confining years. This is two world-class douches with two or more months to work up their best put-down. (Cycle 1 goes to McGregor.) This is one over-the-slope boxer endeavoring to summon the enchantment against an ability we know basically nothing about, and one military craftsman attempting to demonstrate that his strength won't be dulled by 12-ounce gloves and an entire absence of expert involvement in the train. This is Mayweather-McGregor. What's more, regardless of the possibility that it's a shocking battle, I'm prepared to discuss it at each bar I enter amongst now and August 26. Dukes up, honorable men.