Conor Mcgregor's Career Path

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Hey Sherdoggers,

I know theres a lot of McGregor haters as well as McGregor nut huggers on here. I've been reading a lot of stuff on mcgregor recently on the forums and Im kind of just curious, why some of you keep saying stuff that you personally probably wouldn't be doing as well?

For example,

1. Defend the damn belt. Sure I get it, champs need to defend the belt. We all know when you win fights, new bigger and better opportunities open up to you as a fighter. When he won the FW belt vs Aldo, more options opened up to him. He could have defended vs edgar and made some decent money. Or move up and grab a 2nd belt and make big money. He chose the big money. Fighting Dos Anjos was not a easy fight at the time, since Dos Anjos defended the belt a few times already. Dos Anjos pulled out which leads to a couple of Diaz fights but he eventually still went for the LW title vs Alvarez. Alvarez was a bigger fight than Edgar, not easier. But he still took the bigger fight for more money. He wasn't really ducking Edgar.

2. After he won the LW belt, more options opened up to him. Now he was 2 weight world champ at UFC and got floyds attention. So his options were to defend vs Edgar for 5-10million (estimated guess)? Defend vs Khabib or Ferguson for 5-10million (estimated guess)? Or fight Floyd for 100million set for life money. I mean what would you guys take? I'd take the fuck you set for life 100 million too.

3. Now his next chapter is the results of this fight vs floyd. If he loses, his options shrink for him. He can go back to UFC and defend his belt for 10-15mill maybe slightly more. Maybe move up again and fight for welterweight title? Prob not. Or retire completely from combat sports. However, if he beats floyd? More options open up for him again. I know many of you will say hell no he will never win. I get it, its a very slim chance. But if he does. OMG money options will continue to flow in at him. Think about it. Beat floyd for 100 mill and go back to defend your UFC LW belt for 10-15mill? Or fight winner of GGG vs Canelo for maybe 50+mill (estimate). Ok some of you will say hell no it won't be that much money, and sure u can make an argument. But i think we all agree it will be a hell of a lot more than vs Khabib or Ferguson right? So what option do you think he picks again? Ofcourse he will take the bigger money fight. And why not? I would too. He is showing all modern UFC fighters the blue print to make big money. I don't see why there needs to be hate over this.

You know why he makes more taking on floyd? Cuz more people want to see it. Whenever he is taking a bigger money fight it means theres more ppl that want to see that fight. So he is taking the fight the majority of the public wants to see. Why should he take the lesser money fight that the general public doesn't care about, but only some sheepdog fanboy wants to see it? If he does that then he becomes Demetrius Johnson. A champion who defends vs a bunch of time and no one in the general public really gives a shit about. And can't make big money.
 
This is what I feared when this Floyd fight was made. If he does remotely well he could try to get another big boxing fight, like Manny or a Floyd rematch. That's where the money's at.

But I'm hoping he's contractually agreed to fight MMA in his next one. He's said he's open to take boxing fights in the future...which doesn't have to be now.

Khabib or Tony. Khabib's the first choice, but he needs to show he can make the weight. No Nate trilogy. Nate always fights the same. Their paths to victory are already clear. UFC probably has to pay him more. Can't be close to 100 mil, UFC events are too small. But more than against Alvarez.
 
If he does well vs Floyd or even wins and other big boxing names call him out then I'm pretty sure he will take that fight over Khabib or ferguson. Why not? Bigger fight, bigger money....I would take it too. What do you expect him to do? Nonono thanks for offering me a boat load of money but I rather take chump change and fight vs that fat Russian who can't make weight and no one knows about.
 
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.

In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow- tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain," gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mall was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of the failure of his ammunition:" after which the mall was robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their turnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures--the creatures of this chronicle among the rest--along the roads that lay before them.
 
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.

In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow- tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain," gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mall was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of the failure of his ammunition:" after which the mall was robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their turnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.

All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures--the creatures of this chronicle among the rest--along the roads that lay before them.
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Hey Sherdoggers,

I know theres a lot of McGregor haters as well as McGregor nut huggers on here. I've been reading a lot of stuff on mcgregor recently on the forums and Im kind of just curious, why some of you keep saying stuff that you personally probably wouldn't be doing as well?

For example,

1. Defend the damn belt. Sure I get it, champs need to defend the belt. We all know when you win fights, new bigger and better opportunities open up to you as a fighter. When he won the FW belt vs Aldo, more options opened up to him. He could have defended vs edgar and made some decent money. Or move up and grab a 2nd belt and make big money. He chose the big money. Fighting Dos Anjos was not a easy fight at the time, since Dos Anjos defended the belt a few times already. Dos Anjos pulled out which leads to a couple of Diaz fights but he eventually still went for the LW title vs Alvarez. Alvarez was a bigger fight than Edgar, not easier. But he still took the bigger fight for more money. He wasn't really ducking Edgar.

2. After he won the LW belt, more options opened up to him. Now he was 2 weight world champ at UFC and got floyds attention. So his options were to defend vs Edgar for 5-10million (estimated guess)? Defend vs Khabib or Ferguson for 5-10million (estimated guess)? Or fight Floyd for 100million set for life money. I mean what would you guys take? I'd take the fuck you set for life 100 million too.

3. Now his next chapter is the results of this fight vs floyd. If he loses, his options shrink for him. He can go back to UFC and defend his belt for 10-15mill maybe slightly more. Maybe move up again and fight for welterweight title? Prob not. Or retire completely from combat sports. However, if he beats floyd? More options open up for him again. I know many of you will say hell no he will never win. I get it, its a very slim chance. But if he does. OMG money options will continue to flow in at him. Think about it. Beat floyd for 100 mill and go back to defend your UFC LW belt for 10-15mill? Or fight winner of GGG vs Canelo for maybe 50+mill (estimate). Ok some of you will say hell no it won't be that much money, and sure u can make an argument. But i think we all agree it will be a hell of a lot more than vs Khabib or Ferguson right? So what option do you think he picks again? Ofcourse he will take the bigger money fight. And why not? I would too. He is showing all modern UFC fighters the blue print to make big money. I don't see why there needs to be hate over this.

You know why he makes more taking on floyd? Cuz more people want to see it. Whenever he is taking a bigger money fight it means theres more ppl that want to see that fight. So he is taking the fight the majority of the public wants to see. Why should he take the lesser money fight that the general public doesn't care about, but only some sheepdog fanboy wants to see it? If he does that then he becomes Demetrius Johnson. A champion who defends vs a bunch of time and no one in the general public really gives a shit about. And can't make big money.


You are confusing people who wants him to defend with people who doesnt understand why he chooses not to.

My grife is with the UFC letting him
 
Hey Sherdoggers,

I know theres a lot of McGregor haters as well as McGregor nut huggers on here. I've been reading a lot of stuff on mcgregor recently on the forums and Im kind of just curious, why some of you keep saying stuff that you personally probably wouldn't be doing as well?

For example,

1. Defend the damn belt. Sure I get it, champs need to defend the belt. We all know when you win fights, new bigger and better opportunities open up to you as a fighter. When he won the FW belt vs Aldo, more options opened up to him. He could have defended vs edgar and made some decent money. Or move up and grab a 2nd belt and make big money. He chose the big money. Fighting Dos Anjos was not a easy fight at the time, since Dos Anjos defended the belt a few times already. Dos Anjos pulled out which leads to a couple of Diaz fights but he eventually still went for the LW title vs Alvarez. Alvarez was a bigger fight than Edgar, not easier. But he still took the bigger fight for more money. He wasn't really ducking Edgar.

2. After he won the LW belt, more options opened up to him. Now he was 2 weight world champ at UFC and got floyds attention. So his options were to defend vs Edgar for 5-10million (estimated guess)? Defend vs Khabib or Ferguson for 5-10million (estimated guess)? Or fight Floyd for 100million set for life money. I mean what would you guys take? I'd take the fuck you set for life 100 million too.

3. Now his next chapter is the results of this fight vs floyd. If he loses, his options shrink for him. He can go back to UFC and defend his belt for 10-15mill maybe slightly more. Maybe move up again and fight for welterweight title? Prob not. Or retire completely from combat sports. However, if he beats floyd? More options open up for him again. I know many of you will say hell no he will never win. I get it, its a very slim chance. But if he does. OMG money options will continue to flow in at him. Think about it. Beat floyd for 100 mill and go back to defend your UFC LW belt for 10-15mill? Or fight winner of GGG vs Canelo for maybe 50+mill (estimate). Ok some of you will say hell no it won't be that much money, and sure u can make an argument. But i think we all agree it will be a hell of a lot more than vs Khabib or Ferguson right? So what option do you think he picks again? Ofcourse he will take the bigger money fight. And why not? I would too. He is showing all modern UFC fighters the blue print to make big money. I don't see why there needs to be hate over this.

You know why he makes more taking on floyd? Cuz more people want to see it. Whenever he is taking a bigger money fight it means theres more ppl that want to see that fight. So he is taking the fight the majority of the public wants to see. Why should he take the lesser money fight that the general public doesn't care about, but only some sheepdog fanboy wants to see it? If he does that then he becomes Demetrius Johnson. A champion who defends vs a bunch of time and no one in the general public really gives a shit about. And can't make big money.
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Don't be rational on sherdog man.

Conor bless this thread.
 
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