Blood, sweat, tears. No practice tomorrow 'cause there's no one left to beat.
I never looked at hockey as work. Now that I'd finished playing, I had to go to work.
I couldn't wait to get on the ice. I couldn't wait to get to practice. As a kid I couldn't wait to shoot pucks or play in parking lots, or play on the river or play on the bay.
Forget about style; worry about results.
I'm really no different than anybody else; except that sometimes I get my name in the paper.
Growing up, if I hadn't had sports, I don't know where I'd be. God only knows what street corners I'd have been standing on and God only knows what I'd have been doing, but instead I played hockey and went to school and stayed out of trouble.