My uncle, just 7 years older, introduced me at 5 years old to Alabama football and Coach Bryant. My uncle didn't like awbarn and so I didn't either. But what made me hate anything awbarn was a guy I went to school with, an awbarn fan, and one of his fellow barners went to Coach Bryant's grave and took a video of each other pissing on his grave. I wouldn't do that to Shug's grave for any reason.
But awbarn is #2 in my hate category; the viles are #1. Not an intent to hijack the thread but I worked with seven vile fans for 30 years. When Patsy and I hiked the section of the Appalachian Trail through the Smoky Mountains, we crossed a mountain called 'Rocky Top.' I gathered up a bunch of pebble size stones from the top of the mountain as souvenirs for them. I gave them out at work one night prior to the vile game. After we beat their ass, when they came back to work on third shift Sunday night, they came in en mass and all 7 of them threw their souvenir at me and a chorus of 'damn you Wayne White' rang out. I'm sure the only time being hit with pebbles has been enjoyable to me.
But my hatred come much earlier than that act of disrespect. The pebble toss just helped strengthen it. The viles were Coach Bryant's most hated opponent. That was good enough for me. awbarn is a mild irritant compared to the viles.