Sidney Crosby

I hate Sidney Crosby.
I hate the Penguins.
I hate that every time I turn on a hockey game or go on NHL.com I'm completely bombarded with stories about him.
I hate that he's the golden child of the NHL.
He's an obnoxious little boy who can't grow much of a mustache when all the real players in the league are capable of growing lumberjack impressing beards.

I hate that since he got hurt he's the only person in hockey to have ever gotten a concussion.
I hate anyone that wears his jersey.
Especially in Toledo or Detroit. Your basically just looking for attention.
I hate that now since he got hit in the head, anyone who will go after him will more than likely get too harsh of a punishment because god forbid we hit the best player who ever lived or will have played the game.

I hate that he wines so much about losing.
I hate that he just stands in front of the goal and banks shots in.
Somehow that makes him a really amazing player.
I hate that no one else in the NHL will call him out for being an awful, bitchy person.
I hate the fact that I'm sure he'll be made out as a hero as soon as he plays his first game.
Because you know, having a daily headache while getting paid millions is such a hard struggle in life.
I feel really bad for him.