I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.

At 39, I was back in a Red Wings uniform and loving it.

After three years in Chicago, I decided to call it a career.

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.

By 1946, I knew Detroit was the best hockey city in the Original Six.