======= ======= ====== ====== ====== ===== ==== ====== ====== ===== ==== ======= ======= ====== ====== ====== ===== ==== ====== ====== ===== ====
Floyd Mayweather put millions of lives in danger when he beat Conor McGregor this past weekend. We may never know the true extent of the damage caused by the chain reaction that he started when he put that last W in the bag.
Floyd should have thrown the fight and just let McGregor win. Because Conor’s fans are Irish. And Irish people scare the fuck out of me.
Conor is proud of where he came from, which is great. Irish people, including the ones in America, are very proud of their heritage. Irish people constantly mention that they’re Irish, too; they’re like atheists and vegans in that regard (and only that regard). That’s why if you ever see an Irish atheist vegan, you need to RUN.
So, understandably, the Irish community passionately rallied around their champ. A shockingly huge amount of fans flew from Ireland all the way to Vegas just to see their hometown hero get in the ring with Floyd. Think about that. Thousands of passionate Irish people were in the T-Mobile Arena when Mayweather beat McGregor via TKO. Let’s do the math for a second…
Do you know what that means?
Floyd sent thousands of angry Irish people to just freely roam Las Vegas.
God knows what happened afterwards. Do you have ANY idea what an angry Irish person is capable of? People probably died. Alcohol poisoning, first degree murders, property damage, arson, you name it. Hell hath no fury like a bunch of angry Irish people. And ignorant-ass Floyd thought it was a good idea to just let these crazy bastards roam wild.
They should have approached this strategically. After Floyd won, they should have put all the Irish people in cages and let them cool off for a night or two. Maybe drug them and let them sleep for a week. But to just let them pile out of the arena and back into the public? Horrific.
On top of that, I got to witness the effects of the angry Irish firsthand on a smaller (but still terrifying) level. I didn’t feel like shelling out a hundred bucks for the fight, so I watched it at a local bar. But I made one fatal mistake: I watched the fight at an Irish pub.
The atmosphere was electric and enthusiastic for the first few rounds. But by the time it was over, the rage in the room was palpable. Keep in mind — these Irish guys were already drunk. But the anger, disappointment, and Irish genes drove them to drink even more. I hadn’t seen so many disappointed white people since Eminem released Encore.
People kicked chairs. They yelled at the TV screens. They desperately started to try fistfighting each other because it was a Saturday and that’s what Irish people do on Saturdays. I feared for my safety. I feared for the safety of my wife and children, and I don’t even have a wife and children. It was easily the most frightening experience of my life thus far. Floyd is one selfish son of a bitch.
I hadn’t seen this many angry drunk Irish people since the previous time I was around Irish people..
Image via Shutterstock