Some nights, I was so good that I could have become an egotist.
I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.
My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.
At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
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.
It's not just the child that has autism. It's the whole family that has autism. It's not a one person thing.