Conor McGregor used to be the guy who made the whole building hold its breath. Saturday night at Madison Square Garden, he was the guy at the end of the sportsbook counter ripping up his slip and yelling at the TV.
Here’s what happened, per Bloody Elbow. McGregor put $200,000 on three fighters to pull off upsets at UFC 334, a ticket that would have paid out $6 million. The first leg was Jim Miller against Terrance McKinney on the prelims. Nolan King reported on X that McKinney TKO’d Miller in less than two minutes, and King added that it was the first time Miller had been finished with strikes since Dan Hooker caught him with a knee in April 2018. So the parlay was dead before most of the Garden had found their seats.
And then McGregor, 38 years old and once the most dangerous trash talker this sport has ever produced, opened his phone and fired off four posts on X.
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He started with a one-word reaction and a sympathy note for Miller, which are both perfectly normal things for a human being to type after watching a legend get stopped:
Damn
Unlucky Jim
Then he turned on McKinney’s 4.2-pound weight miss:
Terrible behaviour to miss weight like that against a legend.
The next post escalated fast:
Scum in fact. UAE jail throw away the key type s.
Then came the closer, the line Bloody Elbow clipped and posted on its own because of course it did:
I’ll get that money back and karma will get fat tits. Fact.
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And finally, as if the previous posts had been written by a different person, he signed off:
Awesome career Jim! Bravo.
Read that sequence again. That’s a man going through every stage of grief in the time it takes to microwave a burrito, and every stage is about his money.
The Bet Is the Tell
I love a villain. I’ve written love letters to McGregor the villain. The guy who stood at a podium and told you exactly when he’d finish somebody, then did it, was the best thing that ever happened to fight promotion. That McGregor wanted the smoke. He put his chin on the line and dared you to touch it.
This McGregor put a wager on the line and got mad when someone else’s chin cashed out for the wrong side. Those are wildly different acts of courage. One involves a hospital bracelet. The other involves an app.
Look at who he’s calling scum. McKinney is 32, he took the fight, he walked into the Octagon at MSG against a man the UFC treats like a franchise monument, and he finished him in the first round. That’s the job. Real fighters put their brain cells on the table every time the cage door shuts. McGregor put money on other people doing that, then called one of them a jail-worthy degenerate because the result didn’t fit his ticket. There’s a two-word phrase for that energy, and the second word is loser.
The Best Defense Doesn’t Hold Up
The strongest case for McGregor is simple. McKinney missed weight by 4.2 pounds against a beloved veteran, and calling that out is fair game. Agreed, it is. Missing weight is unprofessional, it hands you an edge your opponent didn’t get, and nobody should be throwing McKinney a parade for it.
But McKinney already handled that part himself, out loud, in the cage, to Joe Rogan.
“I wanna apologize for missing weight,” he said. “This is my last fight at 155.”
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He owned it, announced he’s moving to welterweight, and added “Welterweight division, look the f out” for flavor. That’s a grown man taking responsibility in front of a sold-out room.
And be honest. If McKinney misses by 4.2 pounds and Miller wins, does McGregor post a single word about the weight? Does he call anybody’s behavior terrible anywhere in his feed? We both know the answer. The weight miss became a moral crisis at the exact moment it cost him $200,000. That’s grievance wearing a referee’s shirt.
The UAE jail line is where it stops being a hot take and starts being a guy yelling at clouds. You don’t get to call for a fighter’s imprisonment over a scale reading because your parlay busted. That’s the kind of post you make at 2 a.m., delete at 9 a.m., and pretend you were hacked by lunch.
McKinney Did the McGregor Thing Better Than McGregor
Here’s the part that should sting the most. McKinney’s response, which MMA Fighting posted on X, was pure 2015 McGregor.
“Let me get Conor McGregor next. Southpaw vs. southpaw. I’ll put that old man to sleep.”
It’s short and a little disrespectful, and it’s backed by a first-round finish he’d scored about an hour earlier. That’s calling your shot with receipts. That’s the exact formula that made McGregor a star, and a 32-year-old who just missed weight executed it cleaner than the man who invented the modern version.
McGregor’s reply to adversity used to be a left hand. Now it’s a post about karma and fat tits. If you’d shown that sentence to anyone in the Garden during the McGregor peak years, they would have assumed it was a parody account.
I don’t need McGregor to be a saint. I want him mean and dangerous. What I don’t want is a former king treating the undercard like a slot machine and then cursing out the fighters who didn’t pay out. McKinney is headed to 170 with a first-round TKO of a legend on his résumé and a callout of the biggest name in the sport’s history sitting in his pocket. McGregor is headed back to the betting window, swearing he’ll get that money back.
