After a week of slurs and insults, none worse than the Whateley slap that Freo’s performance against Hawthorn had caused the public to lose trust in them, I thought to myself, hang on … just a bloody minute. Maybe a wander down the hall of mirrors might be in order. I tell ya, the footy industry of today is filled with so many former players and scribes, pumped up with narcissistic self importance you can almost feel the hum of their hubris. And you can certainly smell it on their breath. And I reckon none of the big talkers who once wore the jumper; who so readily belittle others who fumble a mark or miss the…