At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
Some nights, I was so good that I could have become an egotist.
Together, we’ll beat autism.
I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.
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.
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.