I loathe the Packers with every fiber of my fan being.
I hate their fans and their holier-than-thou-art attitude. Packer fans really believe they are superior to fans of any other team. Their grandfathers cheered for the Packers, so they must be more moral than me. Their team plays in Lambeau Field and my team plays indoors, so I must be an inferior fan. Their team has championships and my team has never won a Super Bowl, so I personally must be a loser while they must be saintly fans. I hate that their fans think they are personally superior to Viking fans for things that are quite obviously out of Viking fans' control: Lambeau mystique, city ownership, long tradition, and championships.
I hate Brett Favre. I hate that nobody calls him on it for walking off the field early. I hate that he's considered to be the greatest quarterback ever despite the interceptions. I hate that announcers just go crazy for him. I hate that he beats the Vikings. I hate that he will break Dan Marino's touchdown record. I hate that people pretend that most consecutive starts at quarterback is the only consecutive games record that matters in the NFL. I hope he throws 5 interceptions every game, that every one of them is thrown in his opponent's endzone, and that every one of them gets taken back for a touchdown. I want to see him fail miserably.
I hope the Packers go 0-16 every year for the rest of my life. I want to scream into the abyss of the cosmos every time the Packers beat the Vikings. I dance around like a child every time the Vikings beat the Packers.
I hate their uniforms. I hate their name. I hate their city. I hate the music they play at their stadium. I hate the Lambeau Leap. I hate that the Super Bowl trophy is named after their old coach.
I pure, straight loathe everything about the Green Bay Packers.