I know it sounds stupid, but we’re just playing. We’re playing hard, but we’re just playing.

You live to play in the playoffs. It’s like your heart is ripped out.

I’m on the third line. I’m a crasher. I know my role. I’m just trying to help. I’m not stupid enough to think I’m great out there.

I could have hit him and I didn't.

I hit a guy. I didn't hit him with my knee. I don't think I did anything in the wrong. . . . I always look out for my own battles. If there's things that come within the game that they don't like, obviously I'll stick up for myself. I don't need anybody else to stick up for me.

I hit a guy. I didn't hit him with my knee. Like I said, I don't think I did anything in the wrong, so for me to comment otherwise goes against everything I believe. . . . Things like that happen. And you know what? To complain and get upset about those things, I find it hard to believe.

I'll test the knee in the morning and see how it goes.

I'm disappointed because I had an opportunity to win the game for us. As one of the leaders on the hockey club, I expect myself to put the puck in the net when I get the opportunity.

I'm not one bit worried about our hockey team. I think we have the guys in our dressing room to get the job done. We've gotten more healthy over the break and we have some guys having some good efforts in the Olympics who can provide something to the lineup that they're bringing to their hockey clubs over there.

Things happen at the back of the bus the coach never knows about. It just happens - it's part of being a rookie.