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

lame duck tattooed across his forehead.

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.

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

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.