It happens every Friday and Saturday night, in college hockey rinks from Alabama to Alaska.

The other team’s tough guy thinks he’s got the ref looking the other way and lines up your top scorer for the friendliest of gestures: a two-hander to the back. But as the surging stick sends the unsuspecting star tumbling forward, an orange-banded arm shoots into the air.

Two minutes. Cross-checking.

Naturally, the cheap-shot artist deserves to be chastised. So as he embarks on the slow skate to the sin bin, the home crowd rejoices in a slow, mocking crescendo.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

Door opens.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...”

He sits.

“SEE YA!”

If you’re at Lynah Rink, home to the Cornell Big Red and some of the best fans in college hockey, the “SEE YA!” is followed with a collective curse from the student section:

“ ...A-—hole!”

If yo-u’re at Yost Ice Arena, home to the Michigan Wolverines and some of the best fans in college hockey, the “SEE YA!” is followed with a caustic, nine-word litany that is hardly fit to print:

“ ...You Chump! [Expletive]! Wuss! [Expletive]-Bag! [Expletive]! [Expletive]! Cheater! [Expletive]! [Expletive]!”

At long last, athletic departments at those schools are realizing that it might be a good idea to save the ears of grandmas and grandpas, moms and dads, brothers and sisters—and yes, students themselves—by ending these offensive and woefully unimaginative chants.

Not all chants, mind you. Just these chants.