Sometimes I really love sports. But unlike my colleague Nick Cardamone, I’m finding it hard to feel that love at this time of disappointment. Right now, I hate sports. I hate them as if they were chopped liver. I specifically hate the fickle shrew that is playoff baseball.

I hate the announcers on the FOX network. Steve Lyons? A 10-year-old with ADD would have been better. Look at this lineup: Joe Buck (respectable), Tim McCarver (ex-Yankee) and Brett Boone (his brother plays for the Yankees).

I hate Fox’s pro-Yank … err … ‘objective’ coverage of the playoffs.

I hate watching the same commercials repeatedly for two weeks. Then again, I don’t hate that ‘Skin’ commercial with the girl rolling around on the beach or the ‘Joe Millionaire’ commercial with the wonderfully endowed foreign woman exiting a swimming pool. All you guys know exactly who I mean.

I hate the network’s blatant attempt to get more commercials in during the mid-inning breaks. They completely missed a Manny Ramirez home run (and nearly one by Millar), and did not have the decency to issue an on-air apology to the millions of people watching.

I hate Brett Boone, otherwise known as the poster child for steroid use in baseball. I also hate it when he says something smart, like telling McCarver and Buck not to get ‘too wrapped up in [Pedro’s] velocity.’

I hate Thom Brennaman, and his scolding of Manny in Game 5 of the ALDS as though Manny was a kid cheating on an algebra test. The repetitive resentment he displayed in his almost inning-long sermon was extreme by any measure.

I hate McCarver’s love for Derek Jeter. He used an excessive number of superlatives to describe a routine fly-ball catch made in the outfield by the shortstop. He should just come out and profess his love to the man. Much like half the women at BU.

I hate Derek Jeter.

I hate the commercial that put Jeter and Michael Jordan together. I have lost some respect for basketball’s version of Zeus. Speaking of Mount Olympus, if Jordan is Zeus, would that make Karim Garcia a vagabond?

I hate Karim Garcia. I hate his cocky attitude when he’s been in the majors for about three days. And seriously, the cross has got to go. Who’s he trying to be? He looks like the white version of Nelly. Yeah, that’s what I do when I’m trying to be spiritual and closer to God I slap huge hunks of silver around my neck and call it a day.

I hate the Yankees’ use of ‘God Bless America’ and having that fat guy sing for seven minutes, to freeze the opposing pitcher. At least Ron Gardenhire agrees with me.

I hate seeing the apathy of New Yorkers until the game is getting interesting. I hate Yankee fans on cell phones. When did Yankee Stadium become the baseball version of the Los Angeles Forum? Does Nicole Kidman even understand the game, or does she just cheer when everyone else in the field-side boxes is cheering?

I hate how New York thinks it has the best fans. It does not have the best fans; it just has more of them.

I hate people at BU who believe they are Yankee fans from the beginning and then, after they win, can’t name which Cuban defector the Yankees bought during free agency.

I hate the Boston Bandwagon Bonanza. If you’re on it, admit you’re on it. No harm, no foul and much respect to you. But do not act like you understand this team, or the magnitude of that Game 7 because you’ve been a fan for all of five minutes.

I hate how after Game 7, if you walked outside and put your ear to the wind, in the distance you could hear the sound of ankles breaking, as people were leaping off the Red Sox bandwagon. In fact, at BU, you could hear the sound of wheels breaking because all those same fans were piling on with the Yankees.

I hate Grady Little and his awful decision-making in crunch time. I know you’re going to say that one game should not define a manager, but around here, it does. The decision to keep Pedro in will be Grady’s legacy and his ticket out of town.

I do not, in any way, hate Nomar. ‘All I know right now is that I’m gonna go home, I’m gonna say my prayers and I’m gonna thank God that I had the opportunity to play with such a great group of guys this year,’ he told ESPN. No hate here.

I hate that Dan Shaughnessy’s phrase I’m not going to utter it, but it ends with ‘Bambino’ can be used for another off-season of questions. Hey, Dan, it doesn’t exist. I hope?

I hate sleeping through the 2003 World Series.

I hate that I’m bitter, and I hate that the Sox aren’t playing anymore. But I do not have time to worry; I have to spend three nights carousing with my friends.

Nikhil Bramhavar, a senior in Sargent College of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences, is a weekly sports columnist for The Daily Free Press.