Jocks and geeks have always gone at it like cats and dogs. Well, not actually, by our accounts the jocks usually pound the geeks into submission rather easily, then steal their lunch money, break their glasses and spit in their pocket protectors. At least that’s what we’ve heard. It’s not like we used to get picked on in school or had our underwear pulled over our head by the football team captain in what will live in legend forever as the “Weggie from Hell.” Okay, so maybe that was us and we still live the nightmare of being pinned to the floor and receiving a broomstick shocker from the entire wrestling team; big deal! The point is, we coulda been friends, you muscleheads!