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.
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.
I love people and I love to be around people.
At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
What you had at the time was a dictatorship with the team owners.