Here is a little something I knocked together for your hating enjoyment. This is a rework of the classic Robert Palmer song, Addicted to Love! I am pretty sure you all remember how that goes but if not here is the original.

His knees aren't right, bone on bone
in your mind he should just stay home
He can't play, it's all a fake
Another blow is all it will take

But he hits shots, the Nuggs get beat
There's no doubt, squirm in your seat
You compose a blast, your heart you does bleed
Another post is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you can coach better than Nate, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you're bitter and Irate
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Hate

You see the signs, but you won't see
He still can play, just different speed
Your heart beats, your teeth grind
Brandon scores ...you lose your mind...your one track mind

Rep can't be saved
you'll hate him from your grave
If there's some left for you
You'll hate yourself too

Whoa, you like to think that you can coach better than Nate, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you're bitter and Irate
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Hate

Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE
Might as well face it, you're addicted to HATE