There was a time when I didn't care much for heavy reds in the summer
months, so it seemed only right that the best match for a good
Chateauneuf du Pape or Crozes Hermitage
(besides a roasted haunch of beast, of course) was a good cool weather
Detroit Red Wings hockey game. Three Stanley Cup Championships since
1997 has cured me of that phobia however, and now I often like my red
Rhônes well into June.