Filed under: Strikeforce
You could drive yourself crazy trying to figure out what’s going on in Fedor Emelianenko‘s head at any given moment.
His facial expression and physical demeanor are no help, since they rarely change. If you ask what’s on his mind you’re likely to get an answer that ranges somewhere between bafflingly cryptic and unhelpfully vague.
The man is an enigma wrapped up in a riddle and stuck inside one of those Russian nesting dolls. He’s like an ancient Greek oracle, where the answer he gives is always more complicated – or perhaps just more frustratingly simple – than it seems at first.