This “hate” article is always hard for me to write, in fact, I’ve skipped it a few times. It’s not that I don’t hate SCAR, no...no,no,no,no,no, I hate them like I hate stubbing my toe on a dresser corner in the middle of the night, I hate them like I hate someone trying to pass off mashed cauliflower as mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving, I hate them like my dog hates people walking by our house. It’s mainly a timing issue: I’m usually on the road over Thanksgiving and I know you guys don’t need any extra motivation to hate USCe.
The Making of a South Carolina Fan
