Dana White may have a private jet, can import snow to cover his Las Vegas home and can change people’s lives for good or ill with a snap of his fingers, but he seems most at peace after a couple drinks out on the dance floor.
Look at him out there, bumping into random people, feeling the music. We’re seeing a man totally in the moment, three sheets to the wind and blowing around the pit with the force of a hundred drunken and fully-submerged muskrats. It’s beautiful. It’s humanizing. Go get ’em, Dana White. Dance like no one’s watching, even though in 2014, they’re all watching, don’t you think?