“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.

I was 14 when I lost them [his front teeth]. The main thing was, we won that game, so I was the happiest. You hate to lose your teeth and the game, too.

We only have one person to blame, and that’s each other.

I don’t play hockey at all. I’m not comfortable on skates.

When he gets mad, it’s like he’s in another world. He’ll look at you with those big eyes and they’ll be going around in circles.

We’re going to be the best in the league at something. We’re deep in anthem singers.

Fifty percent of the game is mental and the other 50 percent is being mental. I’ve got that part down, no problem.

I don’t know what I was thinking when I was starting out. I was hoping I’d get paid to draw realistic pictures of hockey players. I still hold that hope alive.

It’s not who wins the fight that’s important, it’s being willing to fight. If you get challenged and renege, everyone wants to take a shot at you.