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.

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.

I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.

When it was my turn, I just skated out and heard this huge cheer. It was very touching considering the bad circumstances under which I had left the team and that I had been away for four years.

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.

My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.