Patriots. Always the Patriots. I hate their uniforms, their logo, the shots of their pervert owner high fiving people whenever a TD is scored.
Brady may be gone but the stench of his perfume still permeates the television screen every time I see them play. I hate seeing Belichick on the sidelines, his mullet headed son, the glory fans pretending they cared about football before 2001.
I hate Scott Zolak, one of the worst QBs in history who now talks tough on the radio, thinking he's still part of the team.
The cheating and the whining. I hate them with every fiber of my being. I hear their name and want to kill. We've gone through six cats and five dogs during their dynasty.