I hate Steve Kerr.
Am I a terrible monster? Isn't Steve Kerr a golden god, above scorn by plebes such as myself? No, he's not, but I'm a monster nonetheless, because of the grossly frivolous basis for my baseless and stupidly hyperbolic hatred.
Here's the thing: I stupidly and hyperbolically hated Marreese Speights for years. I derided him in previews and recaps in 2013-2014, scowled at him via my television whenever he played the Warriors in years prior, and basically disrespected him in a way that only people on the internet can get away with.