I've discovered that the less I say, the more rumors I start.
We take the shortest route to the puck and arrive in ill humor.
There's no reason why a player is done at 33, 34. They train better, they eat better, they drink better. This isn't the old days when everybody sat around and drank beer.
If I hadn't learned to lay on a two-hander once in a while, I'd never have left Flin Flon.
They always try to play with our minds. But that won't work with our club. We've got 20 guys without brains.