I know most of you losers can't read more than one or two sentences at a time, but for those of you that can restrain yourselves from her jerking off or smoking weed for about 10 minutes this is a pretty damn good read:
www.espn.com/espn/feature/story/_/page/enterpriseMcGregor/conor-mcgregor-shaped-dublin-roots-prepares-fight-floyd-mayweather?sf104198527=1
"Just before Christmas, the drug dealers hanging on a north Dublin corner saw Conor McGregor’s white BMW turn down their dead-end road.
They couldn’t believe it. Sheriff Street was among the worst streets in the city, blocked off at one end, the area controlled by one of the two local gangs. The Hutch family ran this part of the north side, while the Kinahans operated mainly in the neighborhoods south of the river dividing the town. Some of the Kinahan bosses and foot soldiers lived in Crumlin, where McGregor grew up. The two gangs were in a bloody feud that had Dublin on edge and the newspapers keeping score: 10 killed by the Kinahans, two killed by the Hutches. McGregor started to slow down. The dealers stepped out into the street, blocking his escape.
A woman is telling me this story, standing in the corner store on a street that a local crime writer calls the Hutch family’s “Alamo.”
“He’s from the south side,” she explains. “He’s not from this side.”
Down the road, there’s a festival going on. An organizer there unloads crates of bottled water and, when asked, gives more details about what happened next. “I’m telling him about the night McGregor drove into Sheriff Street by accident,” he says when a woman joins him.
“Yeah,” she says.
“… and he couldn’t wait to get out,” he says.
“He took a wrong turn …,” she says.
“… in a white Beamer,” he says.
“And all the kids was running,” she says.
“All the gang was standing outside the chipper selling gear,” he says. “When he drove past the chipper, all the youngsters said, ‘Hey, McGregor!’ And when he got to the end of Sheriff Street, he realized there was no way out and he done a U-turn. And when he was doing a U-turn, three or four of 'em got out in the middle of the road. The feud was up and running.”
McGregor hit the throttle and roared down the street. Drug dealers scrambled to whatever safety they could find as he sped through the intersection. A wise move in practice for a Crumlin native, but McGregor had underestimated the mania sweeping the projects and the lower-class quarters of Dublin. The dealers didn’t want to confront him.
They all had a phone in their hands.
They wanted to take his picture.
… "
"He and his friends knew they didn’t want the paranoia or prison stints or early death that surely follows the selling of cocaine. That line took courage to hold, but McGregor held it, never dealing, according to a senior police officer who investigates organized crime and requested anonymity. The criminals agree, according to a former dealer named Johno Frazer, “the invincible” Micky’s younger brother. He says Conor never dealt. He should know.
He and Conor once got into a fight over a girl.
Johno won."
Tldr
"It’s been about a decade since McGregor walked into the gym, and without Kavanagh, he’s a sniper rifle without a scope. The coach balances the fury of his most famous student; Kavanagh dreams of being a gentleman farmer, of raising chickens and drawing water from his own well. They’ve risen together in this crazy world and are now training for their first boxing match, against an undefeated champion they goaded out of retirement. Sometimes the insanity of it all catches Kavanagh, like now, as he talks with Roddy in his office. They’re laughing.
“Have you ever cornered a boxing fight?” Kavanagh asks.
“No,” Roddy says.
“Neither have I,” Kavanagh says. “Never been in a corner, amateur or pro.”
“If you’re gonna go, go big,” Roddy says.
They’re really laughing now.
“I kept meaning to do it,” Kavanagh says."
It's a pretty good representation of certain parts of Dublin. It's a good piece, obviously it's trying to paint him in a sympathetic light, but it gives good insights into his history and his mentality.
Interestingly I think it's the first time I've seen somebody try to capture the sensitive side of McGregor, it's something I've given little thought to, but I suppose it's something we'll hear far more about after he hangs up the gloves whenever that is.
Counterpoint: