HATE WEEK: TCU

If there's one thing good friends like to do, it's rag on each other's sports teams. So when one of my best friends from high school went to TCU, I had no choice but to begin incessantly hating on the Horned Frogs.

TCU and Ole Miss never played each other in one of the Big Three during our undergrad years, so our arguments remained purely hypothetical.

"Y'all play in the fucking Mountain West," I would say. "The SEC is top-heavy," he would retort.

And so the conversation went.

Until we started playing each other. Since 2011, TCU and Ole Miss have played twice in basketball and nine times in baseball. On my way back from Fort Worth for the opening baseball series of 2012, I got pulled over and had my car searched by the canine unit because I was "driving in the left lane without passing" and because Texas just makes up laws on the fly. When the Diamond Rebs' season ended at the hands of TCU in the College Station regional three months later, my hatred deepened.

We got our baseball revenge by sweeping them in Oxford to start the 2013 season, then knocking them out of Omaha this past June.

Finally, we meet on the gridiron. TCU and Ole Miss play a top-10 showdown in the Peach Bowl on Wednesday, and the Frogs will learn what real football is. The Big 12 is real football in the same sense that me firing up NCAA on my Xbox is real football. For the first time all season, they will play a defense set on a difficulty higher than "freshman."

The Frogs will be out-partied and out-played in Atlanta. And I will send so many texts to my TCU friend.

We are at war with TCU. We have always been at war with TCU.