They get them started early in the greater Philly area. Here’s a rotten little turd-in-training whose dad took him and his two other sibs to (I’m guessing) a Villanova basketball game. And he has nachos and you (I’m guessing) don’t. And honestly, that’s not bad bird-flipping with a nacho in hand. Bonus points to the dad for waiting for the camera to cut away before slapping that little bastard in the mouth. And by the way, Villanova won the Division I FCS title in football. No children were present at that game, apparently. Thanks, Mark.