In Russia, we had tough times. Only one puck, I always wanted the puck, so I learn how to keep it and make space and get puck when other guy has it.
I say no words... I can't speak with him. I shy. He too good.
When I started shooting it just gives my partners more chances for rebounds. It opens up more room.
When I came to North America, it was hard. It was hard to understand, hard to get someone to understand me. I only knew Russian. I studied French in school, but it didn't help. I forgot most of that.
I don't remember those early playoff games. Keep it positive. I'm a different player. More focused. I know how important it is to score in the playoffs.
I wasn't strong when I was young. The puck was maybe too heavy. I guess I tried to move the puck from side to side to keep from getting hit.
