Today I Met Conor McGregor After Going To War For Him Outside His Courthouse

If you didn’t catch my blog earlier explaining the full story behind this video, I’ve included it below. Today was a good day.

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We showed up to the Kings County Supreme Criminal Courthouse in Brooklyn early this morning to await the arrival of the Notorious One. He had to be there for a hearing regarding the dolly he ALLEGEDLY threw through a bus window a couple months back. It’s complete bullshit and anybody with a brain would realize the dolly slipped out of his hands and he threw it by accident, NOT TO MENTION the bus driver was also like “Oh hey Conor we forget that dolly, mind throwing it on board?” right beforehand and Conor overshot it because it was slippery but whatever. That’s neither here nor there. The fact of the matter is that I was at the courthouse to support my guy, offering screaming words of encouragement before he had to face a judge. Oh, and to argue my face off with the media members trying to disparage his name.

After a few minutes, two black escalades approached from down the block, and we all knew it…the King was here.

Everyone got into a crazy frenzy like the one that happens right before a great band takes the stage, where there was tons of pushing and shoving and screaming. He stepped out of his truck looking like a billion dollars, and my heart was racing like crazy. I’d been this close to McGregor once before, backstage at the Mayweather/McGregor press conference in Brooklyn last Summer, and it was the same deal. He is an absolute PRESENCE.

As the local press and media were snapping photos, getting their shots in, I was SCREAMING about how the United States Judicial System would “do fookin’ nothing”, that he looked great, that he’d kill it in there, and a bunch of other shit I don’t remember. I just blacked out and let my primal instincts kick in, trying to pump the Champ Champ up as much as I could before had to face the judge (on Flag Day no less). Needed him going in with the right mindset there so we could get this whole ordeal over with and get back in the cage ASAP.

He came out minutes later (good sign for Team McGregor imo) and was supposed to make a quick statement near us, but walked right past the mic booth not realizing that. When he walked back in our direction after realizing his mistake, I held up my “THE CHAMP CHAMP DOES WHAT THE FOOK HE WANTS” sign for him to see and something incredible happened…he locked eyes with me and gave me a wave/nod of approval. I don’t know if we caught that on camera, because this was at the height of the morning’s chaos and massive cameras making some things hard to see, but it happened. I can promise you that.

Conor said he regretted his actions that day (smart man) while I gave his teammate Cian Cowley (who was arrested with him) a pat on the shoulder and told him to keep his head up because they’ve got this case in the bag. They got back in their escalade, and drove away. You can hear me bidding them adieu at the end of SportsCenter’s video.

Now, here’s where the story gets fucking CRAZY…

We had wrapped shooting, I did a couple interviews with the news crews that were there, and we all felt great about the content we got. Myself and the two cameramen with me (who did a fantastic job getting some awesome shots, thank you John and Craig) leaned up against a wall looking for the nearest coffee shop to grab a quick cup before heading back to the office, and two professionally dressed people carrying briefcases walked past us – one man, one woman – and the man said something that sounded like, “You got the dust?” or something. I didn’t really know what he was talking about. I asked, “Huh?”, and he repeated himself, but I still had no clue what he was getting at. I thought he was asking me if I wanted cocaine or something.

So he just goes, “Follow me.” and I flat out responded, “No.” I wasn’t going to just take orders from some businessman who may or may not have been trying to sell me drugs

At that point, though, the woman he was with turned around with a very serious look on her face (while still briskly walking away from us) and said “No, really, you should follow us.” followed by the guy yelling “You’ll regret it if you don’t!” and I was sold. So off we went, trailing the two by ten or so feet for a few blocks. Eventually, they stopped, and I looked up at the sign above where they were standing only to realize we were at a bail bonds joint. And then what was about to happen hit me. These people were not drug dealers. They were miracle workers. The man pulls me aside and says “Conor’s going to be pulling up in about 30 seconds. He’ll take a picture with you but we gotta get him outta here so please make it quick.”

Sure enough, 30 seconds later, the two black escalades pull up, and I just looked at my cameramen and said, “Alright boys, make sure we’re rolling. This is it.”

Despite this being a moment I’ve been waiting so many years for, meeting my favorite athlete/fighter of all time, a guy I’ve went to war for many times going as far as almost getting into a fistfight with Floyd Mayweather Sr the day before Conor fought Jr, I honestly wasn’t as nervous as I expected to me. Star struck, sure, because of that aura I told you about earlier and you’ll see that in the video (my eyes are completely glazed over), but not necessarily nervous.

He approached me, gave me a nod and shook my hand, asking “How are you, kid, alright?”. His handshake was a ten out of ten. Firm, but not too firm. He definitely let me know he was the alpha with it, but was welcoming with it as well. I went with, “Nice to finally meet you.” because I thought that was slick, and I think it was. He walked about a minute or two later and we grabbed a photo together, and I said “Thank you so much” or something and he did the double pound on his heart to thank me for my support. I think that means my unrelenting support for him touched his heart. Unreal.

I talked business with Audie Attar, Conor’s manager, afterwards, thanked the people who made us follow them profusely, and then we all went our separate ways.

So there you have it. That’s the story of the day I met my monogamous hero, Conor McGregor.