Same goes for the whole greatest “pound for pound” athlete debates that never die among dullards.
A GOAT walks into a bar:
“Hi, my name is……and I’m the greatest pound for pound athlete in my sport”.
Barman:
“So somebody bigger, stronger or faster than you kicked your ass and you don’t like it”.
The GOAT orders a pint of Pity Lite.
Feelings and unicorn farts rebranded as good data these days. Pathetic.