A series of rumors about my attitude, as well as derogatory remarks about myself and my family showed me that the personal resentment of the Detroit general manager toward me would make it impossible for me to continue playing hockey in Detroit.
Through the years, I have so many wonderful memories of playing with the Red Wings: winning four Stanley Cups, scoring big goals, going into battle every night side by side with my teammates, playing with every ounce of effort I could muster.
But a funny thing happened four years later. I was invited to play for an alumni team against the Red Wings.
At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.
With me serving as the president, we filed a $3-million lawsuit against the league and its member clubs in an attempt to win increased pension benefits and a larger share Of television revenue.
My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.
The owners and managers were too stupid to realize we had brains.
By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.
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.
I watch a lot of hockey. There are some good hockey players and there are some awfully stupid hockey players.
Starting that union was something I believed in very strongly.
When it was my turn, I just skated out and heard this huge cheer. It was very touching considering the bad circumstances under which I had left the team and that I had been away for four years.
They thought we were going to hurt the game, but we just wanted to help ourselves, because the players needed to get together to protect their interests.
After three years in Chicago, I decided to call it a career.
I had that flying wheel tattooed on my forehead and on my butt.
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