My mama taught me not to hate, but I think she would have an exception for the Titans.
I hate the Titans. I hate everything they stand for. I hate their name and their goofy logo. Their mere existence is a reminder of the worst aspects of the NFL.
I like Vince Young, like I liked Steve McNair. It pains me that Young plays for IMO, a vulgarian traitorous dirtbag owner who might possibly ruin him as a QB, or at a minimum kick him to the curb in a classless way like he did with McNair. I hope that Vince Young has a career of fat stats on a loser team. Until Bud kicks him to the curb and then he goes on to win a Super Bowl somewhere else. A girl can dream, can't she?
I feel sorry for Titan fans because they have Bud Adams as an owner. I remember what it is like to love a team but be embarassed by its ill-dressed, cheap, uncouth, foot-in-mouth owner.
I don't know about rivalry. I want to beat the snot outta all divisional opponents. I just take some extra bit of joy everytime something bad happens to the Titans. I don't know, are there levels of despisedness?
The NFL is just more fun when you loathe teams.