I Don't Think There's Ever A Time

My Dad Introduced Me To The Game, Gave Me A Stick. Since Then I've Had A Passion For It.

I Don't Think There's Ever A Time Where I Step Back And Say I Wish I Was Something Different. I'm Doing What I Love To Do.

I'd Never Complain About The Attention - Ever. I Feel Very Fortunate To Be Doing What I Love To Do. Not Everyone Gets That Chance Every Day. This Is Just Part Of It, And It Comes Down To Managing My Time To Make Sure I Concentrate On My Passion, Which Is The Hockey, And Have Time Away From Hockey.

People Are Going To Have Their Opinions. Whether It's Good Or Bad, I Don't Really Think About It Either Way.

It's Tough, It's Not The Scenario That We Wanted For Sure. I Thought Our Desperation Was There, We Worked Hard, But It Was One Game, A Lot Can Happen, They're A Good Team, And Unfortunately We Didn't Win. We Had Some Bad Bounces, And In One Game Those Make A Big Difference, And Unfortunately It Didn't Go Our Way. But If We Play Hard Like That, We Play Desperate Like That And Control The Puck The Way We Did Down Low, I Like Our Chances Against Any Team.