Nashville Trip Report (May 9th, 2011 — Canucks at Predators edition)

Well, I still intend on more general recapping, but as this is obviously fresh in my mind, I thought that people might enjoy reading it. My friend Drew (a fellow native Washingtonian) and I, in somewhat bandwagon-like fashion, have been enjoying the Canucks’ playoff run. Bandwagon probably isn’t the term since Vancouver has always been my team of choice, but my interest in hockey waxes and wanes. I always have thought that it’s a great sport, and when I have a team doing well (such as this year, or the Olympics last year), I really enjoy it…but I don’t always pay close attention to it. Drew and I were at the bar for game 7 of Canucks-Blackhawks in the first round, in a bar full of obnoxious Chicago fans…that description is kind of a redundancy, as I don’t know of many non-obnoxious Chicago fans to be in existence. I truly love the city of Chicago, but I detest their sports fans. They might be my least favorite sports city in America now as a result. Watching Vancouver score the OT goal to shut this entire bar up was such a sweet moment, and we immediately started planning for the possibility of going to a game in the upcoming series against Nashville. For one, I’d never been to a hockey game in my life. For two, I’m always looking for an excuse to head to Nashville since it’s one of my favorite cities in existence. Games three and four coincided with our finals schedule, so we just pre-ordered game six tickets and crossed our fingers that there would actually be a game six. This led us to some rather unfaithful thoughts during game five when the Canucks were trying to close things out, since we were really looking forward to our road trip.

Drew and I take off down the road to Nashville a bit before noon. The drive from here to Nashville is fairly lengthy and somewhat boring, but I threw together a playlist before taking off that we both enjoyed; he is decidedly not a country fan, so I largely left any and all country off the playlist with the exception of the Zac Brown Band. There’s simply no excuse for not liking them unless you haven’t heard them, and there’s becoming less and less excuse to have not heard them as time goes by either. (Link)