Alright, alright, lemme tell ya ’bout this fella, Gilbert Burns. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout no “fat lesbian” thing, sounds like city folk nonsense to me. But I seen this Gilbert fightin’ on that there TV, the one my grandson got me. He’s a tough cookie, that one. Strong like an ox, I tell ya.
Heard some folks callin’ him a challenger, a real tough guy in that fightin’ world. They got all them fancy names for it, like “welterweight” and “UFC” and whatnot. Sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me, but the fightin’ part, well, that I understand. Reminds me of them chickens back on the farm, always peckin’ at each other.
- This Gilbert guy, he ain’t no chicken, though. He’s more like a bull, chargin’ in, throwin’ punches.
- Seen him wrestle too, grapplin’ with them other fellas, twistin’ ’em up like pretzels.
- He’s got that fire in his belly, that grit, you know? The kind you need to survive.
Heard tell he even went and saw another fighter, Colby somethin’-or-other, at the store. Said he was cool, met him in person. See, that’s what I like. No need for all that trash talkin’ some of them fellas do. Just good, honest fightin’ and respect. That’s how it should be. Like when you gotta harvest the crops, you just do it, no fuss, no muss.
Now, this McGregor fella, he’s another story. Always yappin’ on that Twitter thing, like a dog barkin’ at the wind. Says somethin’ about Gilbert being a “fat lesbian”. Don’t know what that’s supposed to mean, sounds like he’s just tryin’ to stir up trouble. Like them gossipy hens in the henhouse, always clucking about somethin’. Makes no sense to me.
Seems like McGregor’s always in some kinda beef, always got somethin’ to say. Maybe he should spend more time fightin’ and less time squawkin’. That’s what I always say, actions speak louder than words. You wanna prove somethin’, get in that ring and fight, don’t just flap your gums.
Gilbert, he ain’t payin’ no mind to it, though. He’s focused, trainin’ hard, gettin’ ready for the next fight. That’s the way to do it. Don’t let them words get to ya. Just like when you’re plowin’ the field, you gotta keep your eyes on the furrow, not on the crows cawin’ overhead.
They say this Gilbert fella even fought one of the best, the “GOAT” they call him. That’s like sayin’ he fought the biggest rooster in the coop, the one nobody dares to mess with. And he held his own, didn’t back down. That tells you somethin’ about the kind of man he is. Got that farmer’s spirit, that work ethic, you know? Gotta keep goin’, no matter how tough it gets.
So, yeah, this Gilbert Burns, he’s alright in my book. Don’t need no fancy words or Twitter fights. Just a good, honest fighter, tough as nails. Reminds me of them old-timers back in the day, the ones who worked hard and weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. That’s the kind of person I respect. And as for all that other stuff, that “fat lesbian” talk and whatnot? Well, that’s just a bunch of hogwash, far as I’m concerned.
And that whole USADA-UFC thing? Sounds like more city folk problems. They always gotta make things complicated. Just let ’em fight, I say. That’s what they’re there for. Like when you’re raisin’ pigs, you don’t need no fancy rules, you just gotta feed ‘em and let ‘em grow.
Anyway, that’s my two cents on this whole Gilbert Burns thing. He’s a fighter, a tough one at that. And that’s all that matters. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go check on my chickens.
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