I had a married, female friend who didn’t know squat about professional football. Even the team’s particular names. While I was working at the Oyster Pub in Daytona Beach, my friends were parting without me a couple of buildings removed.

As word has it, my tiny lady fried was told by someone in our group that sitting across the bar from them was an ex-Pittsburgh Steeler. She wanted to meet him so she went over and point blank asked him, “Didn’t you play for the New York Steelers?” I sure big old Ernie Holmes got a good laugh out of that question.

Of course, I remembered that different Mixed-uisteam combo and applied it to the title of Trump’s 355 million dollar judgment for fraud in representing His businesses in New York City especially. Plus he was stripped of doing business in NY for the next three years. Trump grossly misrepresented his holdings to gain monetary leverage for securing bank loans and tax advantages.

This judgment might not literally bring Trump Towers to its foundations, but its naming rights will no doubt be up for grabs to the highest bidder of his Towers, providing, of course, he has to sell. So long Trump Towers–and good riddance. If one doesn’t consider doing right by the means that constitute the ends, then they’d best prepare for it to bite them in the end (butt).

For all intent and purposes, Trump’s having to have his name removed form his marquee building is probably equivalent to the walls of Jericho that suddenly seem to be tumbling down upon him.