I know that I want Conor McGregor to beat Floyd Mayweather so badly, that I am not willing to see the obvious challenges that Conor faces, and I don't care.

I've had it with people who can not see the possibility in this thing. Him winning could be one of the coolest stories in combat sports history. I've had it with waiting for this fight. I'm done with the hype — tired of hearing, "He can't win, blah, blah, blah."

I'm not going to try and regurgitate the analysis I've heard that actually backs the notion that Conor stands a chance — I will sit back now and put my fan hat on.

I want a Conor victory so bad, I can taste it. Being a blinded fan like this, I know, is one of the dumbest wastes of mental energy in the world. I do not care. I've spent enough time being indifferent on a lot of recent major sporting events. I have enough in the tank for this one that I should not blow a valve in my heart.

Hopefully, when I get back Monday, I'll be saying, "I told you so," and not talking about Conor getting wiped out. Go Conor.

P.S. Writing this blog took a lot out of me. It's probably my 5th or 6th blog about this fight. There is literally nothing left to say that has not been said. I don't envy my buddy, Joey Ech, who hosts a combat sports blog called, "The Rope Break." He came to me the other day and said, "What more can I say? It's all been said, let's just see the fight already." I could not agree more, it is time. LET'S GO!