Ten reasons to hate the Indianapolis Colts, in no particular order: (1). These are not really the Colts. The Colts belonged to Baltimore and ceased to exist when their sleazy owner hijacked them in the middle of the night and moved 1,000 miles away. They should've been renamed when they were moved. (2). GM Bill Polian is a mean-spirited lunatic. He has the audacity to meddle with the game itself and makes a total ass of himself in his maniacal pursuit of victory. If there is a way to change/bend the rules or outright cheat, he'll consider it. (3). The team's radio play-by-play announcer sounds like Donald Duck on helium. (4). The Colts play indoors in a domed stadium and have adopted a wimpy flag-football style that brings us to ... (5). Peyton Manning (a/k/a "Commercial Man"). A homely, snot-nosed, slobbering goober-hick who doesn't hesitate to throw others under the bus when things go wrong. A great player who is impossible to like. (6). The team's second-rate mentality is responsible for hoisting banners in the RCA Dome touting division titles and appearances in the conference championship game. Total bush league. (7). Tony Dungy is overrated. People think he is "calm," but he really is a passive-aggressive depressed automaton whose job is done by longtime assistants and his get-a-life quarterback. (8). Adam Vinatieri. Phony player-without-a-soul with dollar signs where his heart should be. (9). The city of Indianapolis: Known for nothing -- it has no character or strong regional identity. Not really a sports town, has a bandwagon fan base. Does not deserve a major sports title. (10). Whining and sulking. From Manning to Polian to the fans themselves, this franchise has turned sour grapes whining into an art-form, both on and off the field.