If I hadn't learned to lay on a two-hander once in a while, I'd never have left Flin Flon.

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.

They always try to play with our minds. But that won't work with our club. We've got 20 guys without brains.

If I hadn't learned to lay on a two-hander once in a while, I'd never have left Flin Flon.

I've discovered that the less I say, the more rumors I start.