How do you score all the goals I have without working? Composure was continually mistaken for indifference. Goal scoring came so easily to me that people said, Look at him. All my life, I’ve been inaccurately portrayed as a guy who didn’t want it badly enough. It bothers me to no end when it’s suggested I didn’t care about hockey until the St. Yet my tune hasn’t changed one note since the day Crisp threatened to kick me out of his life. True, I’m better conditioned than I was when I played in Moncton. He would have laughed in your face if you told him that someday I would get a $7.1 million contract.īut here I am, playing the game my way and having an excellent time in the NHL. He could not have dreamed I was capable of scoring 86 goals in one season. In his wildest dreams, he never could have believed I would someday win the Hart Trophy as the National Hockey League’s most valuable player. Terry Crisp thought I was a nightmare in 1986–87. He couldn’t figure out how I could be Hall of Famer Bobby Hull’s son and manage to go through an entire American Hockey League season without getting into a fight. He couldn’t figure out why I would stand at center ice after a morning skate and fire pucks through arena exits. He couldn’t figure out why I sang during practice. He couldn’t figure out why I grinned when I played. But I was still having a good time, and he couldn’t figure out why. Daily, he ridiculed me and screamed at me.

He had benched me, and even demoted me once to the fourth line.

He hated that I was having fun.Ĭrisp climbed on my back the day I arrived at the Calgary Flames’ minor league affiliate in the American Hockey League. There was no need for an answer, because I already knew what he hated about me. I don’t even want you on my planet.Īll I could think of to say was, What did I do? I don’t want you anywhere near my players. I told Cliff I want you off my team, he bellowed. He told me he had just gotten off the phone with Calgary Flames general manager Cliff Fletcher. Golden Flames coach Terry Crisp has summoned me to his office, interrupting my awesome dressing room rendition of a Neil Young tune.Ĭrispy was always furious at me-but this time he blew like Mount Saint Helens. It’s late October 1986, and I’m in the last place I want to be with the last person I want to see.

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