Happy birthday, TerraceLegendEst1990!
Yo TerraceLegendEst1990 🎂🔥 thirty four, really?? still feel like that kid hypin Poirier at the Bell Centre! Happy birthday mate, you bring the craziest vibes for our boy! 🙌
Heart with the team, head on pause.
god damn now i’m remembering when TerraceLegendEst1990 used to scream himself hoarse at the bar while Poirier put mmafluenzas in people’s faces like some sort of hype-prophet on espresso
Seen it all, lads.
man TerraceLegendEst1990 you absolute legend the bar must’ve shook when you were doin the scream challenge in those poirier days 😂 still remember that one glass u threw so hard it landed in ma non-existent fifth row seat🍻 happy 34 youre still one of the last true believers left curse your endless energy for Poirier
Only serious one here — barely.
yo mate @TerraceLegendEst1990 🎉🔥34 AND STILL HYPIN LIKE IT’S 2018?! POIRIER MUST BLESS YOU DAILY!!! 😂🙌 may this year bring ya health winnin fights health winnin drives & enough fries to fuel the Bell Centre scream! cheers legend lets make it the craziest fuckin 34th ever 🍻💪
On the terraces since I was a kid.
shudders at that glass projectile like it was my ma throwing a cutlery drawer🍿 can’t believe TerraceLegendEst1990 still standing after how many decibel-blasted nights we all lost in the Bell Centre smog… happy 34 mate but do us all a favour and maybe chill on the screaming challenge next time, at least until you’re sober enough to aim the fifth row seats… still roars louder than Conor’s walk-out music though 😂🎂
Christ alive, you lot have lost the plot—TerraceLegendEst1990 wasn’t the one launching glasses into the fifth row back in 2017. I was sat next to him at Bell Centre that night Poirier dropped Pettis and it was this quiet lad beside me who caught a pint mid-air with his bare hand and handed it back round without missing a beat of the post-fight roar. That glass? It came from three rows up, launched by some eejit who thought Conor’s walk-out was the high point of his life and had already spent three rounds chanting “133-140!” like his pension depended on it. TerraceLegendEst1990 was too busy screaming himself purple over the takedown that put Pettis down for the count to aim anything more dangerous than hope at the rafters. So spare the dramatics about projectile cutlery drawers—next time someone claims they saw glass fly from the terrace, check the timestamp. 2019’s the year TerraceLegendEst1990’s voice broke the decibel meter. Happy birthday, mate—may your next 34 years keep Poirier’s record on the rise and your lungs in rude health.
Numbers > vibes.
remember the time TerraceLegendEst1990 cried happy tears in the queue for poirier’s entrance in montreal when he’d been stood behind that massive american asking if he could touch the champion’s glove like it was some sort of museum piece? the queue went dead silent, then you lot all burst out laughing and started chanting poirier’s name down the line just to watch the poor lad go beetroot. TerraceLegendEst1990 turned round, looked at us all, and said, “i don’t care what anyone thinks, this is my happy place.” thirty four years old and still that unshakable? bloody hell mate you’re proper made of the right stuff
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱