Did anyone else feel like they got bamboozled Friday night by that Netflix boxing match? I mean, where do we even start?

The stream was spotty, buffering more than a bad YouTube video from 2007. Then there was Mike Tyson—legend that he is—deciding to give us more than we bargained for with an unexpected view of his booty cheeks. And the fight? Let’s just say it was also booty cheeks.

You’d think this disaster would make me reconsider my Netflix subscription. I could take a principled stand, declutter my streaming services, and save some cash. But here’s the thing: Netflix still has The Office. And let’s be real, that comfort show is essential. No amount of bad boxing matches can replace Michael Scott and the gang.

So, Netflix, you’re safe… for now. But maybe stick to what you’re good at, like reuniting Gilmore Girls or giving us more true crime documentaries, and leave the boxing events to someone else.