“About 4000 men, women and teenagers regularly venture out to play a game in -20 weather and stinging prairie winds. Bundled in sweaters and snow suits, balaclavas on their heads and suction cupped shoes on their feet.”

I felt like I was at that breaking point. I just prayed and took my mind off of dreams – I went to church. I felt like a lot of things came together. I’m not perfect but I strive to be.

Live like the Kennedy’s, above the law.

I always wanted to be a basketball player until I discovered Pizza Pockets.

My brother says I’m too famous to hang around with him.

But we want peace, I would move all my people down this way. I could then keep them all quietly near camp.

I wake up, eat, make a beat. Play Xbox, make another beat and go to bed. Occasionally do something. I rarely party.

Blood, sweat, tears. No practice tomorrow ’cause there’s no one left to beat.

Bettman is an asshole. A frikkin asshole. I think he’s ruined the game of hockey. He’s supposed to be impartial.

I didn’t want to do a book just to do a book. I wanted to do a book that, if you should read it, you might take one thing from it. Until that was clear in my mind, I wasn’t going to do one.

If you’re going to help somebody, sneak in, sneak out, do what you can. I just sneak along and do my thing and meet wonderful people, some people I’ve never met, new friends.

Hockey is a tough game.

We’re scared of losing. That’s why we win. We know what it’s like to lose and we hate it. We enjoy being champions too much.

I was an offensive defenseman. I was up the ice as much as I was back.

I couldn’t wait to get on the ice. I couldn’t wait to get to practice. As a kid I couldn’t wait to shoot pucks or play in parking lots, or play on the river or play on the bay.