Hockey

Excuses … it’s for loser. And I am not loser. I am winner.

I was going to win the Stanley Cup. With the Chicago Blackhawks. I remember thinking, Oh my God. What do I do with my hands?

The spinal-cord-injury community is tight-knit … Once you’re in the chair, we’re brothers and sisters.

Dear 14-year-old Mike. I write to you today as a 60-year-old man, and I have some news from the future that you probably aren’t going to believe.

I went to Nashville before Game 3 of the Stanley Cup finals. I asked people some edgy questions.

It’s the biggest stage of them all. Now it’s time to show the world that there’s no place like Smashville.

There’s one thing that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. It’s not the head shot I took. I can barely remember that part.

This is the moment we’ve been preparing for all year, and now that it’s here, we feel ready for it.

Thank you for all of the love, Grand Forks. I’m so sorry it had to end like this.

When we do those little things — the things that make other teams hate playing against us — we’re a force.

I vowed to myself, to the boys, to Alain, to the organization and to this city that I would never let them down again.

From the outside, The Joe might not seem like much. But like the city of Detroit, once you step inside, you see what it truly is.

Twenty-six years later, lots of Mike Lange catchphrases have come and gone. But that one, beyond a shadow of a doubt, will always be my favorite of the bunch.

Most kids, when they get a chance like this take days or maybe even weeks to decide. I needed an hour. It was an easy decision.

Instead of breaking down our opponents, I thought it would be cool to show you what makes a few of my teammates special.

I am not tough. I play a game for a living. My friend Fenov Pierre-Louis is tough.

Your life becomes like the sand in an hourglass. You have this sense that your time is dwindling. Only you don't know how much sand is left.

Everything has been leading up to this. Minneapolis, Madison, Chicago and Waterloo have all led me to South Bend. And it’s time to play hockey.

Our sport — our arenas and our games — is a safe haven for all those who love it.

I’ve been thinking a lot, in the past two weeks since the trade, about why I’ll miss Vancouver so much.

I saw the blood on the ice, but I didn’t know the right side of my face was caved in.

I will never forget the night I saw Phil Kessel turn into Hulk Hogan. I was right on the bench to witness the whole thing.

My career was over. My life was going a million miles an hour. I was drinking to mask my pain, I didn’t want to feel any feelings at all.

Wayne Gretzky, Pavel Bure, Chris Chelios and Martin Brodeur. One by one they came up to my dad and asked him for autographs.