Change “Georgia” to “LSU” and I could have posted this. I hate the football Gators. I hate Spurrier.
As a Cowboys fan, I hate hate hate the Washington Redskins. Actually, the feeling I’ve had for them the last 5 or 6 years or so is more of pity. I live in the DC area and relish every loss, especially the ones they give away in the waning minutes of the game (which has happened a LOT). I love it that every year the local fans and even the local sportswriters! (who should know better) pick them to win. “This year is our Superbowl year”! Every year.
I saved last year’s (2006) Washington Post pre-season NFL section, and the local guys picked the Redskins as the # 5 team in all football. Playoff bound! It was so heartening to see them go, what, 5-11?
And then they suck. The fans start whining whaaaaaat happened?? we were supposed to be good. And then their denial turns into scorn for their own team. (“Bah, I’ll never watch another game” they say in disgust).
Sometimes I call myself the area’s “#1” Redskins fan becasue I will watch every game on TV or at least try to catch it on the radio. To watch them lose and laugh at them. Hell, I’ll even record the game if I’m not at home so I can come back and watch them lose on tape!
As a Cowboys fan, I was rather surprised. I hate the Redskins. I used to like watching the Cowboys beat them, but then Dan Snyder bought the team. With all his whining, throwing money at players and coaches, he still doesn’t understand. He brought back the greatest coach in Skins history only to have him turn them into a mediocre team. Hah! 32 teams in the league, guess how many are over next year’s salary cap? Yeah, the Redskins alone. I was rooting for the Dolphins to win one this year so the Redskins set the 0-16 record.
And Notre Dame. Stupid UCLA, the Irish had a great streak going there.
I hate the Yankees. I hate everything about them. I hate that in my biased and intentionally underinformed opinion, they caused the massive payroll inflation that means that the Kansas City Royals (my second-favorite team, and my adopted AL team) may never win another World Series, and certainly will never be competitive for an extended period of time.
I hate the way they attract veteran losers looking for a cheap championship - and I rejoice that so far, at least, Jason Giambi and Mike Mussina are still ringless, and have seen good reputations disintegrate since putting on the pinstripes.
Which reminds me, I hate the pinstripes. I hate that they won’t put their damn names on the backs of their jerseys, so if I turn on a Yankees game mid-stream and they have a relief pitcher in, I have to try to guess who it is.
I hate the concept of “Yankee Magic,” which is how a certain irritating subset of their fans explain all those World Series wins because they can’t just admit that the reason they are consistently successful is because they spend enough to overcome mistakes that would kill poorer teams.
I hate that their spoiled fans actually think that “suffering” is making the playoffs seven years in a row. I hate that they refuse to recognize the excellence of their former manager and current third baseman - that they make their best player, and the manager that has kept them in the playoffs for longer than some franchises have even existed, the scapegoat for a postseason loss that basically came down to starting pitching.
The only mitigating factor is that the majority of Yankees fans are actually pretty cool (with the exception of Mike Francesca, whose grief over a Yankee loss is like sweet honey to me). Other than that weird blind spot when it comes to assessing Alex Rodriguez, they almost always know a lot about baseball, and a baseball conversation with a Yankees fan is usually pretty interesting. I wish they were arrogant idiots; it would make hating the Yankees easier.
If the Diamondbacks threw the world series just so the Yankees could have a post-9/11 victory, THEN there’d be a good reason to hate that team. This is professional sports, not little league, and part of life going on was going back to work and giving it your best. Please tell me you aren’t serious.
Oh, and for the record, I hate the Yankees. Not so much the team, but their goddamn fans who are by far the most annoying people on the face of the earth. And this hate is justified, cuz I live in NYC and have to listen to them on a daily basis. Many of them believe that their team should win the world series EVERY SINGLE YEAR, and that it’s unacceptable to ever get beaten at all. The yankees haven’t won a world series since before 9/11, despite buying out every single good baseball player they can get their hands on, and I hope they go bankrupt doing so. Anyone remember the Yankees of the 80s? When they had Don Mattingly and a bunch of nobodies? When the Red Sox won their second world series this year, this city got the quietest I’ve ever seen it. Their fans are all talk, and don’t even have the guts to riot. What’s the fun in that, pussies?
Yankee fan here. The only Baseball team I hate is the Red Sox. I cannot even understand why many of my fellow Yankee fans hate the Mets.
Even in hating the Red Sox, I appreciate some of their players over the years. Varitek and Yaz come to mind immediately.
I am a **Giants ** fan in football. I started seriously watching around 1973 and so I hate the Cowboys as much as I hate the Red Sox. If the **Giants ** overcome the Cowgirls this weekend, it will be bigger than winning the Superbowl. No, seriously, the Superbowl would just be gravy. I hate Dallas that much.
The Cowboys - because of their rivalry with (my) Niners during the 80’s, but also for a whole lot of weird Freudian, Texas-competing-with-California-for-a-lot-of-things sorta reasons…
The Braves - because of that feeling that they wanted to be “America’s Baseball Team” for a period there in the 90’s and that damn fool tomahawk chop.
As a Yankees fan, I love the Red Sox rivalry, but in no way hate them. And I completely get all the Yankee haters out there, but special kudos to **storyteller0910 **for how you portray it - as a West Coaster coming late to the East Coast all-baseball mentality, I came to respect how New York fans do pay attention to the game…
I positively loathe everything about and related to the San Francisco Giants. If the entire organization, from the front office to the players to the peanut vendors all came down with some mutant form of Super-Syphilis, I would snicker. I would root for the freaking Yankees before I would root for, or care about, the Giants. They suck donkey balls.
As an alum of the Universtiy of North Carolina ('86), I cordially loathe and despise that cesspool 8 miles up US 15/501 in Durham - dook University. And yes, I spelled it correctly.
A more obnoxious, snobby, snotty, bunch of Ivy League rejects you will not find anywhere. Their faux-clever ‘Cameron Crazy’ act merely serves to obscure the fact that they are completely ignorant of the simplest concepts of basketball strategy. To think that these, in their own minds, intellectually superior students would spend weeks living in tents to watch the UNC-dook tilt only to have the Tar Heels crush their hopes fills me with an unholy glee that is not only bad for my soul, but probably causes my cholesterol level to go up as well. Their slavish devotion to their profanity spewing, rat faced ‘Dear Leader’ could be the OED definition of ‘Cult of Personality.’ If an asteroid happened to blot Cameron Indoor Outhouse from the face of the earth, I would not shed a tear. Well, maybe a few of joy, there was much weeping on V-E and V-J days, so perhaps I would.
Duke University, home of one of the nation’s finest medical schools, I have absolutely no problem with. It’s only those University of New Jersey - Durham students and their attitudes that I cannot stand.
EDIT: I speel gud.
I hate the Yankees for all the reasons already mentioned. As a good Clevelander, I used to hate the Stillers but my hatred for Art Modell consumed all my pro football related hatred. I still hate the Chicago Bulls because Ehlo was fouled by Jordan and so therefore we should’ve been up by 2 when Jordan hit is f****** shot, which would’ve only tied the game then. I hate ESPN and Gatorade for continually showing Jordan’s f****** shot even all these many years later. I still hate UNC hoops because of their pretty blue uniforms and whiny Dean Smith who pretended that he invented basketball.
I love Notre Dame and when I was a kid I hated all things related to Southern Cal, but when I hit puberty I had a sudden great appreciation for their cheerleaders.
It’s a commonly held belief down he’re in North Carolina that dook has a large amount of students from New Jersey and points north of the Mason-Dixon line, which fuels the perception that dook students consider themselves ‘above’ the locals. It’s sort of a townie-student rivalry thing, except the townies also happen to be students as well (but at UNC).
For a more detailed, and much better written view, see To Hate Like This Is To BE Happy Forever, by Will Blythe, a UNC grad and dook hater of considerable renown.
Yeah the Under-12 Emu Plains cricket team. I hope all the little pre-pubescent bastards get run over by a truck. That’ll wipe the smiles off their chubby little faces and maybe one of the other teams with inferior players will be able to win a game. Well, they will certainly beat Emu Plains because all their players will be dead - squashed like bugs on the road, probably on their way to the game.
Hey, but don’t think I am being unsportsmanlike - I hope that they all die instantly without a moments suffering.
For their steroid pumped former WR Alan Pitts.
For their stupid TD dances like as if they’ve never been in the endzone before.
For their "Ned Flanders"coach Higgins.
For the Fugliest uniforms on the planet.
For their stupid horse that runs the sidelines after every TD.
And most of all, for finishing ahead of the Eskies in the West… again.
I used to have absolute hatred for the Flames before Jerome Iginla, but now I just mildly loathe them.
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My father once did some work for Hugh Culverhouse, multimillionaire owner of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Culverhouse never paid him.
I’m not sure if Dad knew this, but Culverhouse had also, years before, engineered the deal that allowed Robert Irsay to acquire Dad’s beloved Baltimore Colts, and steal out of town in the dead of night, never to return.
Dad, being something of a colorful character, swore it was true that he paid an old Gypsy woman to put a curse on the Buccaneers. An actual, honest-to-God Gypsy curse.
For most of the team’s existence under Culverhouse, they were abysmal, at one point enduring fourteen losing seasons. Dad took personal pleasure in every season.
I miss those old Candlestick chants of “Fuck- the- Dod- gers! :clap clap clapclapclap:” Damn pansy-asses’d never let us do it at the new digs. But don’t worry, I don’t go around blinding Dodger fans’ wives. We have more class than that.
That’s my real hatred. I also hate the Yankees (because I’m a baseball fan) and Stanford (because I grew up in SF and Berkeley vs Palo Alto isn’t much of a contest, plus I have a bunch of friends who went to Cal).
