No love for JoPa? 
Nah, too many bad memories.
When I was a youth, I spent many Thanksgivings and Christmases in northeastern Pennsylvania, with my maternal grandmother.
There were lots and lots and lots of cousins my age or near my age.
They all ended up graduating from Penn State, while I was the only graduate of the University of Nebraska.
As you perhaps already know, Penn State cheated one time (the referee moved one of the sidelines); that was during the 1980s. And then during the 1990s, Penn State like Alphonse Capote Gore trying to steal Florida, tried to steal the national championship, and like Alphonse Capote Gore failed, but it was close-run thing.
Also, as a teenager, I once attended a game at State College, where Penn State was playing some small team, and pounding the Hell out of them. Being a Nebraska fan, and young, I had always assumed other fans were like Nebraska fans, full of class and good will and all that towards opponents.
The score got to be something like 54-3, Penn State, and the Penn State fans got ruder and ruder and ruder, booing and hissing and jeering the outmanned members of the losing team.
That was just really ****ing disgusting.
Penn State fans have as much class as primitives on Skins's island.
In truth, I mildly dislike Colorado with a little bit more intensity, but Colorado's one of us, and so one has to put up with Colorado.
Sore winners never win, really.
That's Penn State and Colorado in a nutshell.