Nashville is known for many things.  It's got the Grand Ole Opry.  It's known as the home of country music, although I'm not sure that's something to brag about.  It's also the capital of Tennessee.

And since 1997, it's been the home of the Nashville Predators.  This team is another one of the teams that the NHL has put into non-traditional hockey cities.  From all indications, it's a pretty well supported team and they've broken a few attendance records this year.

But there's a problem with all this.  

Whenever the home team scores, a goal horn goes off, and then a song plays.  These songs generally come from the sports rock genre.  There's Chelsea Dagger by the Fratellis. You also hear Zombie Nation's Kernkraft 400.  If you want to go a little old school, you can go with Blur's Song Two, with the woo hoo.  And there's no way to screw up with a classic, Gary Glitter's Rock and Roll Part Two. 

What is not acceptable is a song about a man who has been whipped and likes it.  And that is the case with Tim McGraw's I Like it, I Love it, I Want Some More of it.  In the name of Gordie Howe, Wayne Gretkzy, and Lord Stanley, what the hell are they thinking?  For real?

Seriously, did the Predators front office check out the lyrics to the song before they chose it?  There's a line in there about how the singer hasn't seen the Braves -- a team in Atlanta, by the way -- play a game all year because he's whipped.  And that's what you chose for your celebration song?

Unacceptable.

Songs about hookers?  Fine.  Songs about rampant commercialism?  Okay, that will work.  Songs with words that make no sense, and just give the fans a chance to scream "woo hoo?"  Check.  And a song by a child molester?  We'll accept it.

But a love song at a hockey game?  A song sung by a man so whipped he doesn't watch sports anymore?

Hey, when I'm chest bumping and high fiving with the buddies I go to the game with, I do not want any pussy whipped bullcrap playing on the speakers.  Especially when I'm celebrating.

I'll make a bold prediction here.  As long as the Predators continue to use that wussy song about a guy who is happily whipped, they will never get a chance to hoist the Stanley Cup.