I came across Petr Yan’s post-fight interview a little while ago. Spent ten minutes listening to him rant about rematches and missed calls. Look, I deal with adrenaline-fueled people every single ER shift. But this? It’s just loud, empty chest-thumping. No one’s here needing a prescription or a warm cocoa pick-me-up. Just a lot of yelling that could’ve been summed up in two sentences. I muted it halfway through to go stir my dark chocolate cookie dough. Way more worthwhile use of my time.