You can apparently reach the pinnacle of organized sports and still fall under the spell that is the folk song "Cotton Eye Joe."
It's so catchy, just a sliver of it makes you want to hop on the dance floor for some line dancing or something. Even if you're a former Conn Smythe winner like Washington Capitals forward Justin Williams sitting on the bench of the best team in the NHL.
It doesn't matter. That song comes on, and you just start moving: