I believe that all real hockey fans deep down love the Wings and hate themselves for it. Now hear me out: You're sitting on your couch in Denver and Dats puts af****** spell on Craig Anderson and the puck is shelved before Anderson has felt the breeze. You want to turn to high-five your buddy sooo bad because you're here for the show (and there are no true Avs fans) but you absolutely can't for fear of breaking up your friend's misty pout. Deep inside he wants to do the same thing out of amazement and appreciation but doesn't want to feel like a traitor. This buildup causes deep frustration and spills out all over the place as I HATE (that I love) THE RED WINGS!!!