The atmosphere in here (Friday) was electric. That was my second-favorite game ever.

When we beat North Dakota here in 2001.

Up here it's a little different because you're not so emotionally involved in the game. You're not analyzing what's going on, you're not thinking about what line is coming out next for North Dakota or wondering what you're going to say between periods. I never even knew they played music at games.

I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.

I was a fighter pilot, flying Hurricanes all round the Mediterranean. I flew in the Western Desert of Libya, in Greece, in Syria, in Iraq and in Egypt.

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.