Maybe you hate Alabama the most. You grew up surrounded by Alabama fans. Maybe the Iron Bowl is your season finale. The one that matters above all else. Maybe you want nothing more than to show up to work the Monday after the Iron Bowl with that smug look of “my team just kicked your team’s ass.” The iron bowl may matter the most because of one boss or co-worker or in-law. This is fine.
Maybe the Georgia game is just another game to you, because your hate is directed elsewhere. Maybe you grew up in Mobile and loathe LSU or grew up in Florida and hate the Gators.