Johnson says his celebration this week will have a “country theme,” since he’s in Nashville. For his part, Pac Man Jones says that if he happens to score, he has a celebration planned, too.

It’s a pretty brilliant thing for a receiver to do. People love it. It gets them ink. And while I often find them amusing, y’know, if I was a teammate, I’m not sure I’d be thrilled about it.

I don’t want to go all old-school on you… but it just seems so selfish. Believe me, the River Dance made me laugh as much as the next guy, and my argument is not about the sanctity of the game, or respecting his opponents, or anything else. It’s about his own teammates. I mean, there are 11 guys on the field. If any one of them fails to do their job, Chad Johnson probably doesn’t score his touchdown.

You’ve got the line blocking. Backs staying in to pick up the blitz. Other receivers running decoy routes, drawing defenders away. You’ve got the pass itself from the quarterback. And Chad Johnson, or Terrell Owens, or Randy Moss, or any of these guys, they happen to be the one who catches the pass and scores, they have the nerve to tell their teammates to stay away from them so they can celebrate. That’s always kind of irked me.

Imagine being a lineman… you’re 38 years old, your knees and back are shot, you need 47 tranquilizers and a six cortisone shots to play every Sunday. You’re busting your ass trying to keep Warren Sapp (or even a good player) out of the backfield, and everything finally clicks, and the team scores a touchdown. You run up to your teammate to congratulate him and celebrate… and he’s like, “Wait, get three yards away from me so I can do this dance, get on SportsCenter and get some endorsement money. And then I’ll have time for a hug from you, but don’t squeeze too hard. Thanks for the block, though, and I really hope you can walk for the rest of your life.”

Bugs me.

But, that said… I’m not Chad Johnson’s teammate, and I can’t deny that I’d like to see both Johnson and Pac Man score so I can see their celebrations.