For the record, it did not take me 10 years to convert to being a wings fan, it took me less than 10 games in the 97-98 season. And another thing, I'm never cranky - never ever. Not even now.
Ya know, most husbands would be glad to have wives that are ravenous hockey fans and wouldn't sweat what team they cheered for. Now stop talking smack dear and hand me the remote - its game time!
Mrs. Graybeard
ps - my plates say WNGZNUT - nobody in California can figure out what it means.