Though the big event is drawing near, parents standing on the periphery alternate reading with yawning and ignoring the impressively enthusiastic Borders employee dressed in referee's stripes. Naturally, these creatures fight to the death.
Trainers sit opposite each other and each round represents a battle.
The answer is Yes, fair play. Sheepishly, I recall the thrill of entering imaginary battle as a tenth level barbarian and wreaking bloody havoc with a two-handed sword. There seems to be a need, natural or nurtured, to act out aggression. After all, as this bowl winds down, millions of full-grown Americans out there are starting in on the salsa, preparing to take great pleasure in the clash of the Titans and Rams.