I love all things Razorback. And I have, since I became aware people put on leather helmets and ran into each other in an open field.
My Uncle was a starter on the 1949 Hog team. It's genetic.
As a consequence, I am required by DNA to loathe the Longhorns, though in truth, that ire is waning, along with my eyesight. These days, I have particular animus for the Auburn Tigers. And while I do resent the fortress that Nick is building in Tuscaloosa...the guy can coach and I have trouble hating him for it.
Nope. It's Auburn. Can't stand 'em. Along with mosquitoes and cockroaches, they belong in the 'cannot for the life of me figure out why they exist' category.
In a minute, someone from Auburn will come on here and remind me they have a Crystal. And then tell me I'm jealous. And will never believe otherwise, for all their days. Sad life.