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My Brain on UFC: Why I’m Convinced I Could Totally Take on Adesanya (I’m Lying, Don’t Tell Dana)

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Ever find yourself glued to the TV, sweating with anticipation as two titans clash in the Octagon? You’re not alone. We, the armchair warriors, live vicariously through every perfectly timed jab and expertly executed takedown. But then it happens…

The commentator screams, “He’s rocked!”, and suddenly, your living room transforms into a personal training ground. You’re no longer just watching; you’re in the fight.

Yeah, I’m talking about those “Hold my beer, Bruce Buffer” moments.

The ones where your brain bypasses logic, reason, and the crushing reality of your complete lack of professional fighting experience. Suddenly, you’re convinced you could’ve countered that spinning backfist like a prime Anderson Silva.

It’s a dangerous delusion, my friends. And I, for one, am a proud card-carrying member of this delusional club.

Here’s a glimpse into the chaotic mind of a UFC fan during a fight night:

Round 1: Unbridled Confidence and Shadowboxing the Sofa

  • “This guy’s stance is all wrong!” I scoff, demonstrating a textbook Muay Thai stance (or at least what I think is a textbook Muay Thai stance). My partner, usually a willing participant in my UFC-induced psychosis, rolls her eyes. She’s seen this before.
  • “He calls that a jab? I throw harder pillows at my dog.” Each punch thrown is an open invitation for critique. My living room transforms into Joe Rogan’s commentary booth, except instead of insightful analysis, it’s just me yelling, “He needs to check those leg kicks!”
  • The inevitable shadowboxing session. Because nothing says “I could totally hang with these guys” like throwing air punches at an imaginary opponent while simultaneously dodging non-existent takedowns.

Round 2: Tactical Genius (or So I Think)

As the fight heats up, so does my tactical mind. I’m no longer just critiquing; I’m strategizing, calling out moves before they happen (or at least convincing myself I am).

  • “He needs to go for the takedown! Take the fight to the ground!” I shout, conveniently forgetting that the extent of my grappling experience involves wrestling the TV remote from my dog.
  • “Clinch up! Knees to the body! That’s how you wear him down!” I advise, my voice reaching a fever pitch. My neighbour’s dog barks in agreement. Or maybe just annoyance.
  • The “almost got him” moment. Every near miss, every dropped guard, is met with a surge of adrenaline. “I could’ve finished him there!” I proclaim, conveniently ignoring the fact that I gas out after climbing a flight of stairs.

Round 3: Humility (and a Touch of Denial)

By the final round, reality usually sets in. My imaginary gas tank is empty. My shadowboxing has devolved into flailing. And the sheer athleticism on display serves as a stark reminder that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t last 30 seconds in the Octagon.

  • “Okay, maybe I couldn’t take him…” I admit reluctantly, my earlier confidence replaced by a healthy dose of awe.
  • “But I could definitely submit that guy.” The denial runs deep, my friends. There’s always a smaller, weaker opponent I could hypothetically defeat in my head.
  • “Next fight, I’m joining a gym.” The age-old lie we tell ourselves after every UFC event. The gyms of the world are safe from my untrained enthusiasm… for now.

The Takeaway? We’re all armchair warriors at heart.

There’s something about the raw intensity, the unpredictable nature, and the sheer skill of UFC that ignites a primal fire in even the most unathletic amongst us. It’s a reminder that we’re all fighters in our own right, battling our own demons and striving for victory in the octagon of life.

Or maybe it’s just the beer talking. Either way, pass the nachos and let’s watch these gladiators do their thing. Just don’t be surprised if you catch me throwing a phantom jab or two from the comfort of my couch.

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