I was glad she was done hitting me, but I didn’t want her to hit anyone else.

Once the ref blows his whistle, I yell out, ‘That’s a terrible call’ and then I start booing with everybody else.

It’s a little daunting, a little troublesome.

It’s a lie. When I go to games, I cheer as hard as I can for the Bulls, and I boo as hard as I can for whoever they’re playing. I don’t feel comfortable if...