I would go for the biggest guy on the team, dump the puck in. I would chase after it because I was very fast. If I wanted to get a big hit, I would have to leap into the guy. The guy would be maybe a 6-3 defenseman, 220, I would leap into this guy and plow him over. He would just fall to the ground. That was my thing.
There were many times that I took such a big hit that I was dazed; I'm not going to lie. I'd see black, but I'm still looking for the puck. Where's the play going? I'm going to keep going. Same thing in figure skating. If I take a hard fall, I'm going to get up, and I'm going to do the next jump.
I hope to take my Birthright trip.
Every time I watch a performance, I'm disgusted with how I've skated. It's very hurtful for me.
In hockey, sometimes a shift can go for a minute and a half, full out.
I hope that my work ethic has been a model for those who do not believe in themselves or have lingering doubts about their own abilities.
It eventually ends, and that's what I think a lot of athletes forget. It's 10 years after the Olympics, and you won the Olympics, and that's great, but no one cares.
There are no words to describe what it would mean making the Olympic team.
I'm looking towards that Olympic medal and that Olympic gold and what it's going to take to get there.
Maybe at the end of my figure skating career, I'll be able to have just the one game I always dreamed of having. I've still got the skill, I think. I'd have to work on my stick-handling skills, but the speed and my hockey smarts are still there.
