I was midway through this piece and it suddenly dawned on me that I write just as much about the Nashville Predators as I do about the Chicago Blackhawks.
What the hell is it with this franchise that they continuously find a way to seep into my journalistic compositions?
Well, for one I am a Blackhawks writer. My job consists of transcribing my interpretations and opinions pertaining to all things Blackhawks.
Two, the Nashville Predators organization will not shut the hell up about the Blackhawks, particularly their slimey, conniving, and invasive plague of a fanbase.
They’re like a goddamn a 16-year old girl who takes to Facebook every time her and her stupid boyfriend get into a fight.
Anyway, my most recent expenditure into the chastising and condemnation of the Predators organization is the byproduct of a piece published yesterday by the Chicago Tribune’s Steve Rosenbloom entitled “Congratulations Blackhawks Fans: Predators Still Obsessed with You”.
The article quotes a tidbit from an email sent from the Preds front office to its “so loyal they put their tickets on Stubhub every chance they get” season ticket holders:
“Given our successes on and off the ice, Smashville is experiencing an unacceptable number of opposing team fans for certain marquee games at Bridgestone Arena disrupting the home ice advantage that the 7th Man provides. From ownership on down, we find this unsatisfactory and are committed to having a sea of gold in our building to continuously prove to Central Division opponents, and the rest of the NHL, that the Predators will always have home ice advantage in Smashville.’’
In case you needed further proof the Preds organization is going batshit insane
As you can see with your very own eyes, not only has the Preds surprising on-ice success this season seemingly elevated its front office onto the largest saddle of its tallest high horse, but its obsession with keeping out Blackhawks fans has evidently intensified to restraining order-esque levels.
It’s like something out of the script of an abandoned “Fatal Attraction” sequel.
Because disallowing Blackhawks fans from purchasing single game tickets, mocking Corey Crawford’s injury and refusing to sing the National Anthem wasn’t psychopathic enough, Rosenbloom writes:
The email also detailed possible tougher restrictions for buying and reselling tickets next season that would make it harder for Hawks fans. This also goes for a number of traveling Blues and Red Wings fans, but mostly Hawks fans.
While paranoia-laced nonetheless, it is ironic to note that one of the Predators two home losses this season did come against the Blackhawks in a game where the invasive sea of red dominated the sold out of crowd of Nashville’s Bridgestone Arena.
Blackhawks fans everywhere better take action before it is too late. It is only a matter of time before you walk into your bedroom only to discover members of Nashville Predators front office mingling through your underwear drawers.
There is no Blackhawks-Preds rivalry
It is also a very appropriate time to note that the Nashville Predators are rapidly elevating to the peak of my “most hated organizations” list. While the St. Louis Blues, who have overtaken the Vancouver Canucks in recent years, top my list because of competitive purposes, the Preds are there simply for being overwhelmingly freakin’ annoying.
Blackhawks fans hate the St. Louis Blues because they are a divisional rival, give the Blackhawks fits, provide a physical, playoff-like atmosphere every time they play, and pose a legitimate threat to the Blackhawks’ title run. In other words, the Blackhawks-Blues rivalry is the byproduct of intense, competitive hockey.
The Predators, on the other hand, are simply trying to convince themselves that they are in a rivalry with the Blackhawks. What they need to learn is that rivalries are not achieved through ticket ordinances or angry emails, they are established on the ice.
While your successful first half of the season is both surprising and a bit impressive, it is in the playoffs that rivalries are formed, Nashville.
Not on the internet.