We know who Tim Duncan is rooting for. The Spurs star told Sports Illustrated that he hates Kevin Garnett. But... Whatever. Does anyone truly believe that Tim Duncan is capable of anything more than mild dislike?
Hate isn't just for hardwood, though. Ozzie Guillen hates Twitter. The Florida Marlins' manager, who has more than 230,000 followers, told reporters he will quit Tweeting because he doesn't get paid for it. Given Guillen's penchant for saying anything that pops to mind, though, Marlins' ownership may have had a say in his choice.
The French Open starts this weekend. That's got everything a hater could want. Americans can't win on the red dirt of Roland-Garros. Plus there's Rafael Nadal, who's trying to become the first man to win a seventh French title, and the looming possibility that he will wear Capri pants at some point during the tournament. Let's not forget classics, either, like A-Rod. Mike Vick still exists, and player-hating has no off-season. Tom Brady, the big showoff, had the nerve to get his supermodel wife pregnant for a second time.
How about it guys? Take me to Haterville. Douse me with Haterade, and tell me who's currently topping your list of people you love to loathe.
I have to say I'm impressed, Hampton. Your Haterade is free-flowing and apparently can be found in all 50 states. Mine is much more concentrated and perhaps more vitriolic.
I'm looking at you, Boston and Philadelphia. You are the Sodom and Gomorrah of sports.
Where do I start? The snowballs Eagles fans threw at Santa Claus? The time the Philly crowd booed local boy Kobe Bryant (a product of heralded Lower Merion High School) after he won the MVP at the 2002 NBA All-Star Game? The beer bottle that smashed into a wall two inches above my head the last time I went to Fenway Park, all because I was singing "New York, New York" after the Yankees beat the Red Sox?
OK, I guess I understand the last one. But the fan bases of these two cities are the absolute worst, and I have nothing but hate for every sports team from both towns. Show me a Philly or Boston participant in the Little League World Series, and I'll boo them too. The only positive outcome to the current Celtics-76ers playoff series would be every player simultaneously tore his ACL.
The worst days of my life as a sports fan came at the hands of a Boston team. That'd be the 2004 Red Sox, who came back from a 3-0 deficit to beat the Yankees in the ALCS—oh wait, that never happened, along with Godfather III and Windows Vista. To this day, I hate anyone involved with that team, from current Red Sox players like David Ortiz and Kevin Youkilis to Unfrozen Caveman Johnny Damon, whom I irrationally disliked even when he played for the Yankees.
At least Boston's anger stems from a never-ending sense of dread brought on by a century of missed sports opportunities. In Philadelphia, they hate every other team just for the sake of hating them, and they're proud of it. After the Rangers beat the Flyers in this year's Winter Classic, Philly fans vented their frustration by beating the crap out of a Rangers fan who turned out to be a New Jersey policeman. That's sadly par for the course for a fan base whose natural emotion seems to be anger with a side of violence.