From Abel to Yzerman, a Wings blog I read:
Hey, you know what’s fun? Here’s what I like to do. I like to look at Guralnick’s photos after the game and check out the crowd. First, if you’re the parents of this redheaded kid? Download these pictures in hi-res, frame ‘em and hang ‘em up. Well, first you might want to send ‘em to the Flame PR guy and see if Kipper will sign them for you. I’m sure he’d be more than willing. (ed: The pics are as big as I found them. This is just the set up for the photo below, tho.)
And hey, dude, I don’t know you. I don’t know the stage this relationship’s in. But, if this is your first date? Move on. Seriously. Look at her. She’s not counting the banners up there buddy. She’s bored. If you’re married? I get it. I’ve seen that look, but that was before I, you know, upgraded. But if you’re still in the “wonder if this is the one” phase? Yeah, ummm. When the playoffs roll around, is this the woman who’s going to understand why you HAVE TO WATCH THE WINGS every other night for two months straight?
I didn’t think so. Thank me later.
Click for larger, of course. The last bit really cracks me up. I have to hand it to The Second Mrs. Pennington, tho. While she wasn't a Wings fan she didn't mind if I was. And she even drove to the bar to pick me up one memorable night in June of 1997. It sure got drunk out that night.