I'm usually not the one to post shit about personal development or how this type of shit works, but I witnessed it with my own eyes on Aug. 19.
It's 2015... There is this Irish bastard talking all kinds of shit saying who he's going to beat and how he's going to do it. I think we all know who this dude is. He's getting ready to fight the best featherweight of all time, Jose Aldo. I didn't think Conor could do it, Aldo is this unbeatable force at featherweight, there is no way it's going to happen.
Boom. It happened, the new birth of a superstar that could not be controlled. He talked about the power of visualization constantly and called so many shots to the point he seemed insane. Then he pulls off that KO and there was no doubt in my mind anymore. Mystic Mac is the real deal.
Fast forward to Aug. 19... Same green shorts, Some Conor wannabee we always hated on finally gets to prove himself. Just like Conor going against the best featherweight, Sean's going against what most consider the best bantamweight of all time. You see Sean closing his eyes before the fight and in between rd 1 to 2. He's visualizing something....
Almost identical punch. That was destiny in the making.
Now when do we see Sean fight Gervonta and create his own liquor company?
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