Lost in all the hubaloo of the Husky victory is the return of Montgomery to Maples next Saturday. More importantly, it's Cal vs. Furd, and it's time for some good ol' fashioned HATE.
Hate can be good; its therapuetic value is undeniable. We save it for the most loathsome creatures in life, like Osama Bin Laden, Maman and Chris Kattan. And the 'Furd. What is there to love about the 'Furd? They have a golf course right behind the campus. Donald Rumsfeld even got a chance to teach there, and he isn't teaching a class on How to Clusterf#&k The Middle East, so he clearly can't be the one either.
It's kind of hard to hate football players though. It's more of a collective experience to hate the team in general for just being the embodiment of evil, or at the very least focus ire on the coach running the thing. But basketball? It's much easier to find someone to hate. There's always someone there who annoys the crap out of you, someone you wish would run into a blind pick or get thrown into the third row on a fast break.
I have an obvious candidate.
Ugh. Puke. God damn you Robin.
Which 'Furd player/coach/figures do you despise to the core? If you've forgotten some of the names, here's the list.