They thought we were going to hurt the game, but we just wanted to help ourselves, because the players needed to get together to protect their interests.

I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.

Some nights, I was so good that I could have become an egotist.

Through the years, I have so many wonderful memories of playing with the Red Wings: winning four Stanley Cups, scoring big goals, going into battle every night side by side with my teammates, playing with every ounce of effort I could muster.

When it was my turn, I just skated out and heard this huge cheer. It was very touching considering the bad circumstances under which I had left the team and that I had been away for four years.

It's not just the child that has autism. It's the whole family that has autism. It's not a one person thing.

Together, we’ll beat autism.