Hate is a strong word. But I hate the New England Patriots. Pacifically, I hate Tom Brady and Bill Belichick. I know I’m being petty right now, but (in my Samuel L. Jackson voice) it’s just the way I feel. Words cannot express how unbelievably overjoyed I am that I don’t have to watch them play anymore football this season. I can’t deal with liars. And #iHate cheaters. And those boys are both. Through and through. Since Peyton’s a Vol, I’m obviously biased toward him and the Broncos winning it all. And the fact that I had the chance to meet him with Donald Curtis in the Chattanooga Airport several years ago (he was traveling solo like a G) gives me even more reason to pull for him (he seemed like a great dude). But whether it’s Old School Manning or New School Cam, I’m just elated that I don’t have to watch the boys from Beantown play. I would very literally rather attend a Donald Trump rally with my friends Jesus Martinez and Abdul Shaheed than to see the Patriots even compete for another Super Bowl. And while you’re thinking it, yeah, you’re right. I sure do hate them more because of how much they’ve won. So what. I understand and respect their greatness. But that surely doesn’t mean I have to like them. Hating them makes my heart happy. And, (in my Young Jeezy voice) I love it.
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