I hate many things in life. I dislike Danica Patrick intensely. I hate the Snuggie. I hate the New England Patriots. I hate what's happened to Family Guy. I hate what's on the radio, even the alt-rock stations since all they do is play Nirvana and Sublime. I have a passionate distaste (if that's even a damn word) of the New York Mets (nothing against Giantsfan or them, I'm sure they understand) that perpetually is in my mouth. I hate the kid on my floor who is a teammate of mine on our college cross country and track team and is a Yankees "fan". I hate when people use "their, they're or there" wrong. Same goes with "here" and "hear" and other grammatical errors though I'm quite sure I made a few. I hate when people update their Facebook status constantly or put their cell phone #'s on there so you can text them. I hate Twitter. I hate a wing of the political system a lot, however, I can't say it on here due to policy. I hate illness.

However all the hatred that I have, and believe me, there is a lot more can not rival the hatred I have of Brad Lidge this season. Granted, Cole Hamels and others equally deserve the blame.

That is all.