Some nights, I was so good that I could have become an egotist.
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.
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.
My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.
Starting that union was something I believed in very strongly.