The kid got his arm out of the sweater somehow, and landed a good punch.

I didn't even throw a punch. I tried to get out of it, and they grabbed my sweater and ripped my sweater off and I was on the ground. I have the marks on my knees from where I hit the ground.

It looked like we were in good shape, but I guess we got some mixed messages. We were over-cautious (trying to nurse a one-goal lead early in the third).

The plan was to leave them, let them develop further. They're doing an awful good job in Sweden and Finland training these players. We don't want to rush them.

I was a kid who had asthma and bifocals and wore sweater vests.

When I look back now I realize I was such an obnoxious kid but, you know, I went to schools like you, like a public school in New York so compared to the anarchy that was going on there, they really wouldn't - I wasn't like a bad kid. I saw people come in and punch the teachers.