I was just running

every single person I could possibly get my hands on all over the ice.

And listen, I knew somebody may say, you got to answer the bell, and it didn't happen.

We came off the ice and out of the corner, you always know where the brass is, you know where the GM is, you know where the coach is, because you want to see what kind of reaction you get after certain things.

And as we were going off the ice, the coach was coming around and I could see him walking around with a purpose of the glass.

And I knew him.

His name is Greg Ireland.

It's tough to hook on no matter how good you're doing as a free agent at camp, right?