How would you like a job where when you made a mistake, a big red light goes on and 18,000 people boo?
If I've got to use my head, I might as well wear the mask.
Suppose you were working at your job one day, and you made a little mistake. Then all of a sudden a red light went on over your desk, and fifteen thousand people stood up and yelled at you that you sucked?
Someday, I'm going to learn to knit with my feet.
If I don't wear the mask, I'm not playing.
Our four defensemen all had flaws: one couldn't skate backwards, one couldn't turn to his left, one couldn't turn to his right, and the fourth couldn't pass the puck accurately to our blue line. Somebody had to clear the loose pucks, so I started doing it myself.
You had no mask, and the coach kept telling you, 'Use your head.' And I did.
Dad was a machinist who had to work hard - harder than any man I have ever known.
Whenever I won an award in the NHL, I thought of my father and the pride he would get in reading about it and having people mention it to him.
All of us kids in the neighbourhood had to go shoeless for the same reason - all except the landlord's son, because his father had more income.
The shoot-and-chase approach had become big in hockey. Teams would come up to the blue line and shoot the puck around our boards deep in our zone, then swarm in after it forechecking, trying to regain possession.
I am getting old, but it works in this job. I'm so slow now that I can't get out of the way of the puck.
