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.
Ted Lindsay
I've been slashed, speared, elbowed, board-checked, butt-ended, and hit on the head as much as anyone. I just like to keep the ledger balanced.
I had that flying wheel tattooed on my forehead and on my butt.
I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.
I watch a lot of hockey. There are some good hockey players and there are some awfully stupid hockey players.
By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.
I had no friends. I wasn't there to make friends. I was there to win.
I hated everybody I played against, and they hated me. That's the way hockey should be played.
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.
The owners and managers were too stupid to realize we had brains.
Owners never paid my salary. I always recognized that it was the people in the seats who did. I always wanted to give my best.
My penalty for rocking the boat was being traded.
I got to play with Jack Stewart for many years, and I appreciated that. He was a wonderful policeman to have on your team.
I had a chance to make a living at the thing I love, and I have always appreciated that, and I have always wanted to give something back.
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.
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.
Some nights, I was so good that I could have become an egotist.
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.
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.
After three years in Chicago, I decided to call it a career.
I love people and I love to be around people.
Starting that union was something I believed in very strongly.
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.
What you had at the time was a dictatorship with the team owners.
If I had to do it all over again, I'd not change a thing - unless I could be a little meaner still.
