I hate football.

Hate. I hate it. I hate the way it looks, I hate the way it smells, I particularly hate the way it sounds...and I hate the fact that other people don't hate it. I have always hated it and I will hate it until the day I die, probably from a heart attack induced by being forced to listen to or watch football. It makes my stomach turn. Literally. It causes my internal organs to churn against one another. It makes my heart leap up into my throat and try to strangle me in a merciful attempt to put me out of my misery.

Boy, I picked the wrong state to have been born in.