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.

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

I had the idea that I should beat up every player I tangled with and nothing ever convinced me it wasn't a good idea.

Together, we’ll beat autism.

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

What you had at the time was a dictatorship with the team owners.

I watch a lot of hockey. There are some good hockey players and there are some awfully stupid hockey players.