As much as it hurts to admit this publicly, I’m just going to have to do it…I’ve never actually flipped a table out of pure excitement, but I write about it a lot. I know, I know. Now hear me out: I think about flipping a table every day. Every. Single. Day. Sometimes I think about flipping a table during a nice summer picnic scene, launching the potato salad and red cups of lemonade into the air as I howl in ecstacy. Maybe I flip a table out of pure joy at a press conference or a school cafeteria, sending papers and children everywhere. it doesn’t matter. What I’m getting at is that I want, no need to flip a table out of pure excitement. Soon. And without messing up my apartment. I think about this so much that I now write about thinking about it. Flipping a table in the air…This official promo for Overeem/Lesnar has brought me as close as I’ve ever come to doing it. Hopefully you don’t have as much restraint as I did. I can’t wait for this fight.
Flipping the table in the air out of excitement can also be interchangeable with flipping the table in the air out of abject horror and anger if this exact fight doesn’t go down at the end of this month.