I don't have any real animosity for the Falcons, even though it's a rivalry I feel like there's always been somewhat of a kinship there and the games are always so good and close. It's like Cubs-Cardinals, the two sides proclaim to hate each other so much but yet at the end we're both kind of the same.
I save all my loathing for the Panthers, who are the antithesis of sportsmanship and tradition; whose terrible owner is one of those that pulls Goodell's strings and invented the PSL; whose milquetoast white bread identity is the sports equivalent of a middle-upper class gated community where all the houses look exactly the same; whose quarterback is a punk-*** computer-stealing fraud who can't hit the broad side of the barn; who sold out Steve Smith, the best player they ever had, even though he was a punk he played his tail off for them for over a decade and deserved way better than what he got; who have such a lame-*** corporate atmosphere they can't even have their own logo on the field, they have the NFL shield instead; whose intellects are rammed so squarely up their own hindquarters they actually think Bountygate was a real thing because Scott Fujita hit somebody that one time; who are such an unimaginative relic of the 90s that they actually still wear teal, even the Florida Marlins managed to get rid of that crap; who were practically given license to be competitive by the NFL as an expansion team right away when all the expansion teams before that had to suffer for 20+ years; who built a statue of a guy outside their stadium even though he played the vast majority of his career with the Saints; whose mostly 13-year-old fans gripe and moan about how much they've supposedly suffered through so many bad years when they don't even know the meaning of the phrase; and whose very identity as a franchise/organization/team is based on the fact that they have zero identity, and they could win the next 5 Super Bowls and they still wouldn't have a single distinguishing characteristic that makes them any more than just a virtual stop at yet another Starbucks or Old Navy and thinking you're special because that's what lame-*** whitebread people do, and who cares about the Carolina Panthers. NOBODY. the end