Two things this week.

And they both involve bad behaviour.

I know – very strange for me, because usually I focus on all that is sweetness and light in the world of sport.

But I have the flu, so it is very dark and twisty (and somewhat congested and headachy) in Amyland at the moment and as such, Girl Talk is a little cranky.

And it’s cranky in the direction of Justin Gimelstob.

Seriously, what was the guy thinking?

He’s just about to be voted onto the ATP board as a players’ representative and gets on national radio and blasts women tennis players for no particular reason.

There are a lot of people who don’t like Anna Kournikova. There are just as many who don’t feel anything either way.

But there is no reason to tell the world that you are going to make her cry at a mixed doubles tournament you are both in just because you feel like it.

The former tennis glam girl may not have done a lot for women’s tennis in so much as she made more of a career of being a beautiful looking player as opposed to a beautiful player who nutted down and brought it on the court.

But having someone who is in a position of influence refer to women players (and former women players) as b*tches and sex-pots is just ridiculous.

Here is what The Times of London had Mr Gimelstob saying about Anna.

“She is a b*tch. Hate’s a very strong word. I despise her to the maximum level just below hate ... I wouldn’t mind having my younger brother, who’s a kind of a stud, nail her and then reap the benefits.

"Tatiana Golovin and Alize Cornet are sexpots, Nicole Vaidisove is “a well developed young lady” and the women’s tour in general has “fewer lesbians now because they’re all Russian chicks. And there’s some other cute ones out there.”

Charming.

The Girl Talk cranky radar is also aimed at pushy parents who don’t know when to stop pushing.

In a desperate bid to get away from my tissue-encrusted bedroom (I know, sounds very inviting) I went for a small walk on the weekend and found myself at a local sporting field.

I stopped and watched some of the little fellas play some league when my attention was diverted by one of the mums going absolutely nutso from the sideline.

The woman just kept screaming ‘get in there, get in there’ to a boy who up until this woman began screaming, looked like he was having a pretty good time.

He fumbled a couple of times when he did get the ball, but he was just loving being out there. After the screaming fest, his smile fell and his head stayed down.

Seriously, let the kids play.

It’s a game, not the end of life as we know it.

Now if you excuse me, I need to go remove my sinus cavities. Or failing that, go back to bed.