Together, we’ll beat autism.

Looking back, I've never had one regret.

I love people and I love to be around people.

My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.

At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.

After three years in Chicago, I decided to call it a career.

Starting that union was something I believed in very strongly.

I had that flying wheel tattooed on my forehead and on my butt.

Some nights, I was so good that I could have become an egotist.

What you had at the time was a dictatorship with the team owners.

The owners and managers were too stupid to realize we had brains.

By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.

I had no friends. I wasn't there to make friends. I was there to win.

I always believed if you take care of your body it will take care of you

I hated everybody I played against, and they hated me. That's the way hockey should be played.

If I had to do it all over again, I'd not change a thing - unless I could be a little meaner still.

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

It's not just the child that has autism. It's the whole family that has autism. It's not a one person thing.

But a funny thing happened four years later. I was invited to play for an alumni team against the Red Wings.

I watch a lot of hockey. There are some good hockey players and there are some awfully stupid hockey players.

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.

I got to play with Jack Stewart for many years, and I appreciated that. He was a wonderful policeman to have on your team.

Owners never paid my salary. I always recognized that it was the people in the seats who did. I always wanted to give my best.

I had a chance to make a living at the thing I love, and I have always appreciated that, and I have always wanted to give something back.

I've been slashed, speared, elbowed, board-checked, butt-ended, and hit on the head as much as anyone. I just like to keep the ledger balanced.

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.

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.

With me serving as the president, we filed a $3-million lawsuit against the league and its member clubs in an attempt to win increased pension benefits and a larger share Of television revenue.

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.

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.

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.

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