You get a lot of people looking the other way on the Nashville Predators, mostly because hockey writers really like to get drunk on Broadway St. and some of them even like country music. Because of that, there’s a piousness among the Preds fanbase, even added to the general piousness of the South, about how their team is built and run.
Make no mistake, the Preds have been as much or more filled with shitbags and fuckheads than any other team. This is a squad that signed Mike Ribeiro to two contracts. It signed Harry Zolnierczyk. It’s one that has Austin Watson. and then used his wife to try and save their ass for employing him. They also have Zac Rinaldo.
While Rinaldo has at least kept his shitbaggery on the ice unlike the others, it’s a whole collection of it. Make no mistake, Rinaldo is a useless turd of a player who has racked up more games in suspensions than goals he’ll ever score. It’s true. He’s only ever been out there to try and intentionally hurt people, and in the dirtiest and cheapest ways possible.
He continues a long tradition of Predators ass-mongers like Jordin Tootoo and Cody McLeod. Somehow the Preds get to skate on having these guys even though the league is doing everything it can to move on from clods like this. What Peter Laviolette wanted with this dungheap when he went to GM David Poile, himself quite the harvester of shit in his career, is anyone’s guess. Lavvy went through this horseshit in Philadelphia with Rinaldo, and must’ve come away impressed somehow.
Especially in a division that doesn’t contain any of this tripe, it’s a real wonder why the Predators think they need this. The Jets aren’t going to beat on them in the playoffs, and if that’s why they think they lost last year they’re already fucked. the Wild aren’t. The Stars aren’t. The Avs aren’t. The Preds seem to be preparing for a fight that’s never coming.
Next time anyone tries to tell you the Preds are on the cutting edge of the NHL, you just remember all of this.
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