What can be done in thirteen seconds?
Set the timer on the microwave... What can you get done in thirteen seconds...
Blow your nose.
Wash a pan.
Unwrap and eat a piece of chocolate.
Eight seconds is required to ride a bull and it seems like a lifetime. Rocketed in the air wearing tight blue Lee's, boots and a cowboy hat. The crowd watches in slow motion as a arm held high in the air balances the man as he rolls and thrusts on top of an angry bucking bull.
Last night we paid sixty dollars to watch Conor McGregor get his long awaited title fight. Thirteen seconds it took him to take it from the twelve year reigning champ Jose Aldo.
He crouched low on all fours on the white floor of the octagon, stretching. His ass clad in tight shorts in green rocked back and forth in front of the audience. The tattoo that runs down his spine rolls and slithers. The fighters quickly move to the center of the ring. No time for the fancy leg acrobats just solid punches. Fast, hard throws. Conor reels from a clip to the head as his left punch lands in that sweet spot. Jose drops to the mat. Tap. Tap. Two more head shots and the match is called.
McGregor is the winner. We sit stunned and speechless on the couch for brief seconds.
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