I hate the New England Patriots. I hate the Baltimore Ravens, Ray Lewis is particular. When two teams you strongly dislike play one another, that's what we Internet folk like to call a Meteor Game, because you're rooting for a meteor to strike both teams so that everyone dies and you are happy, which is a pleasant thought. No one said sports are rational.
The good thing about watching a Meteor Game is that it helps you really zero in on which team you hate the most. I always thought I hated the Pats more than the Ravens, and then I saw Ray Lewis fake crying during the national anthem and I suddenly wished the Patriots would win by 97 points. But then I saw Ray Rice score a touchdown, and a Pats fan in the end zone who looked like EVERY BOSTON FAN EVER was mouthing "fuck you" at Rice, and the momentum of my hatred swung back toward New England.