Love and hate are always intertwined for me and beyond my understanding. Women usually sort these things out better than do men.
1. In the division, I love the Cardinals and hate them the most for breaking my heart, time and time again, just like Sherry Hewitt did to me in grade school.
2. Still in the division, I used to love Seattle under Jack Patera with Jim Zorn, Steve Largent and a swashbuckling style alien to most of the rest of the league at the time.
I loved the Niners with Bill Walsh and Joe Montana.
I loved the LA Rams and some of their great players. Players like Rosie Greer, Merlin Olsen, Deacon Jones and much later The Bus.
Can't figure out yet if I hate any of them. Holmgren's nasty, whining mug is beginning to irritate me a great deal.
3. I just love hating the cowturds. A deep, delicious, satisfying hatred. From JackAss Jones' stretched face, to his knowingly signing another criminal in Tank Johnson to keep alive team felon's affinity for using scum felons like Michael Irvin, to TO's sick self-love and on and on and on.
When they choke or lose or embarrass themselves, things that happen a lot since Jimmy Johnson was heave-hoed, I relish each failure.
4. I love every misery inflicted on the "great" fans of those fabulous mid-western teams. Don't hate the teams, just have contempt for the fans and love it when my contempt and hatred is confirmed.
Chicago Bears? Huge number of no-shows whenever the team sucks. Love it.
Kansas City? Minimum of 20,000 or so no-shows most of the year, with about 40,000 no-shows last week.
Sports hatreds run deep and are so necessary to an enjoyable life. Good thread.