I am very sentimental, and I used to believe that no song was too icky for me. (I am put off by "Turning toward the Morning", but not because it's sentimental -- because it's incoherent. Bok can't decided whether his metaphor is the daily or the yearly cycle.)

But some years ago, I read in a work of fiction a *description* of a song that seemed like a self-parody of sentimentality. Later on, I heard a rumor that it actually existed. This thread stimulated me to try the database, and sure enough, there it is: "The Last Game of the Season".

But, come to think, it's not the sentimentality of that, itself, that makes me gag. It's the combination of sentimentality with *football* & *religion*. So it is really snobbery & not taste that is in back of my response.