Every sports fan always has a player that gets on their everlasting nerves. Maybe it’s because of their attitude, style of play, or appearance, but whatever it is, everyone has beef.

Brett Favre
Yes, Brett Favre. What a snake. What a biggity beeitch. Everyone seems to idolize him. For what? For his good looks? His toughness? His legend? It’s all nonsense! Favre’s popularity is purely a byproduct of the sports media, which adores him to point that its favorite activity involves sticking its collective nose around the nether regions of his firm and muscular behind. The Pro Football Writers of America gave him their 2008 “Good Guy Award”. Reporters and alpha-brownnosers Peter King and John Madden wouldn’t stop worshiping Favre if he took a wrench to their groins. It’s all sickening…but the ball keeps rolling! Favre recently besmirched the good reputation of Madden NFL 2009 by agreeing to place himself on its coveted cover. Earth to Favre: that cover is reserved for athletes of elite status like Michael Vick and Ray Lewis. The call Vick “Dogkiller.” How fearsome a nickname is that? And Lewis is a friggin’ mastermind! He murdered two dudes…and got probation! Johnnie Cochran couldn’t have done better! Mr. Favre, be reasonable; you may be good, but you’re dog food next to these men.
 – Danny Schwartz

Tony Parker
Tony Parker is the biggest baby of any professional athlete that I have ever seen play. At every single opportunity he gets, Parker feigns an injury in hopes of getting a call from the refs. The most frustrating thing is that his antics work, and refs are fooled by his childish behavior. I’ve seen better pain tolerance at the ball pit at McDonalds. Suck it up! The best example of Parker’s vagtastic antics came in game 1 in the 2007 playoffs against the Suns when Steve Nash and Parker ran head first into each other. Parker immediately crumpled into the fetal position, while Nash stayed on his feet, blood gushing out of his nose. Parker didn’t have a scratch on him, but left the game, while Nash had to be forced to the bench by the officials, where he got stitches, and later returned to the action. And how does a “man” like parker get a girl like Eva Longoria? This is simply unfair and only adds to my hatred of him. Somebody should investigate this. Please, somebody beat the Spurs and their baby of a point guard.
 – Jack Saver

Paul Pierce
Paul Pierce. Commonly referred to as “The Truth,” and the face of the Celtic franchise for the past decade or so but also a slowly deteriorating all star who has seen better days. Okay so I have to admit his credentials are hard to argue with, being a first team All-American for Kansas as a junior and after being drafted 10th in the 1998 draft, the six time All-Star has started ever since for the Boston Celtics. In the past, he has led his team in points peaking in 05 – 06 where he averaged almost 26.8 ppg. However, these days Pierce has gained weight, and at 6 – 7 and 235 lbs., the only thing that he has going for himself these days is overpowering size and athleticism. With the addition of KG and Ray, the shotty shooting and overweight Pierce finds himself as a title contender for the first time in his prolific NBA career but continues to ball hog and look for his shot rather than hitting a wide open Allen on the perimeter or an unbelievably dominant KG in the post who was a runner up to MVP this season. So when you hear the saying the “Boston Three Party,” and you wonder where the tea went, chances are that Pierce drank it all.
 – Eric Nelson

Fabricio Oberto
Where else would you find such a pest than on the San Antonio Spurs? If I were playing word association with the word annoying, the first two things (yes, I said things) that would come to mind would be Fabricio Oberto and his teammate/fellow Argentinean Manu Ginobili. Either 85 percent of NBA centers can punch through the Berlin Wall or Oberto is a little baby. Although he gets out muscled on every rebound, he still is considered okay at rebounding, because, anytime a body part touches his upper body, he falls down with a painful grimace in order to draw a foul. The worst part about this is that it works. Adding to this, he has chest hair resembling the 40 –Year-Old Virgin, and athletic coordination like David Brooks. And the difference between him and his other annoying teammates like Ginobili is the fact that he simply isn’t any good. Throughout the first round of the playoffs, he averaged a “triple four,” consisting of points, rebounds, and fouls, and can barely draw rim from outside four feet. The fact that this joke of an athlete and person starts and plays for a championship team, is the only glimmer of hope in my mind that I can make the league.
 – Carson Dunn

Manu Ginobili
If you’re looking for the biggest wimp in the NBA, Manu’s your guy. I hate you, Manu Ginobili. I hate the way you crumble like a Jenga tower if Earl Boykins’ jersey brushes your elbow. I hate your ugly little bald spot. I hate the way you cry and whine to the officials more than Chuckie did to his parents in Rugrats. I hate the way you cheat the league out of good games by forcing the referees to make people watch you shoot free throws you don’t deserve. I hate how you think that you’re the pride of Argentina when Luis Scola is ten times better. I hate how you win all the time. I hate that Tim Duncan makes you look better than you are. I hate how you think you’re in Pamplona running with the bulls, when you deserve to be in the WNBA. I don’t like you.
 – Casey Eagan