At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.
I watch a lot of hockey. There are some good hockey players and there are some awfully stupid hockey players.
Together, we’ll beat autism.
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.
Through the years, I have so many wonderful memories of playing with the Red Wings: winning four Stanley Cups, scoring big goals, going into battle every night side by side with my teammates, playing with every ounce of effort I could muster.