It’s easy to hate the Arizona Wildcats. Besides the wretched spawn of Westwood, (ie, The House That Sam Gilbert Bought), is there a douchier fanbase in the Pac-12? These are the same tone-deaf reprobates who would scream their insipid “U of A” mantra during the singing of another school’s hymn to their alma mater. Granted, three letters is probably all they can remember. But if you’re going to go with the goat-worshipping cult chant, at least make it clever and original like, “We believe that we will win.”
From Sean Miller’s sweaty double-chin to his diabolically-slicked back hair to his derp-faced assistants who kick opposing players, it’s an program that simply oozes with detestability.