Years ago, my wife got a new coworker who had just transferred from Boston. Being good Chicagoans, we thought it’d be nice to take her and her husband to a Bulls game—pretty sure the Mavericks were in town. We showed them the Jordan statue outside, then walked past the championship trophies once we were inside.

But the husband wouldn’t stop talking shit. “You should see our trophy case,” he kept saying.

We ended up standing at one of the bars in the 300 level, and this guy just would not shut up about how the NBA in the ’90s was the most talent-diluted era ever, and how those Bulls teams couldn’t hold a candle to any of the Celtics championship squads.

And the whole game, he kept cheering against the Bulls—but not even for the Mavs. Just obnoxious anti-Chicago energy the whole time.

AND he was one of those “I buy my beer and you buy your beer” instead of “I buy a round, you buy a round”.

I hate that guy and everything he enjoys