It Really Doesn't Matter Or

It Really Doesn't Matter Or Concern Me What People Are Saying Or Who Thinks Who Is The Favorite. The Bottom Line Is You Have To Play.

You Miss 100% Of The Shots You Don't Take.

Thankfully, In My Youth I Had The Best Financial Advisor A Son Could Ask For: My Dad Walter. When I Got That First Signing Bonus In 1978, Dad Took My Cheque, Announced, 'this Is What We're Going To Do,' And Bought An Annuity With It.

I Couldn't Beat People With My Strength; I Don't Have A Hard Shot; I'm Not The Quickest Skater In The League. My Eyes And My Mind Have To Do Most Of The Work.

I Have Recall. I Don't Know Why Or How. I Had A Guy Once Who Said He Played Against Me In Novice [league, For Kids Under Nine], For The Detroit Lasers. And I Said, "oh Yeah, We Beat You In The Tournament, 8-1 And I Think I Scored Seven Goals, And The Goalie Was Left-handed." And He Was, "oh My God. I Was The Goalie!" .