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.

My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.

At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.

By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.

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

I love people and I love to be around people.

A series of rumors about my attitude, as well as derogatory remarks about myself and my family showed me that the personal resentment of the Detroit general manager toward me would make it impossible for me to continue playing hockey in Detroit.