I picked the Penguins to beat the Rangers in 5 games; Erin picked the Pens in 6. Watching the game this afternoon:
Erin: Okay, today you go for Pittsburgh, and I go for the Rangers.
Me: Can we shit-talk?
Erin: Hell yeah! Fuck that little faggot Crosby… little Hummel-looking motherfucker.
If ever there was any question as to why I married Erin, it should have just evaporated.