Starting that union was something I believed in very strongly.
I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.
By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.
At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
My first season Butch Bouchard accidentally sent me to the hospital for three days with a concussion, but I never backed away from Butch or anyone else after I came back.
Together, we’ll beat autism.