Imagine this: You’re on the playground in grade school. You see a couple of kids who you don’t like. You talk about their mothers. You shove them. You call them punks and hoes. They walk away and do nothing. You see these kids again the next day. You call them punks and hoes again. You talk about their mothers. You punch them in the mouth. You kick dirt in their faces. They walk away and do nothing. You laugh with your friends. You brag about taking their hearts. You say that they are soft with no fight. You show up the third day, but THIS time, before you can bully them, they punch YOU in the mouth and stomp YOU out! They laugh at you. They call YOU fake tough and soft. They kick dirt in YOUR faces while laughing at YOU. You’re accustomed to being the bullies! You’re accustomed to delivering the blows. —————————————————— As you’re lying there on the ground covered in mud having been thoroughly PUNK’D in front of all of your peers…..you call for the Principal to report these kids for bullying you. The PRINCIPAL??????????!!!!!!!!!!! The NERVE of you!!!!!! You AUDACITY!! The unmitigated GALL!!!!!!! The PRINCIPAL???!!!!!!!! I don’t want to hear CRAP about officiating in last night’s game! The Atlanta Dream got PUNK’D and HOE’D for the SECOND CONSECUTIVE GAME! The bullies got BULLIED!!!!! Now they’re whining and calling for the PRINCIPAL to save them! GET the heck out of here man! I’m IRRITATED!