From being inducted to the Hockey Hall of Fame in 2013, to serving in an executive role on the Detroit Red Wings, and signing on to become an NHL analyst for Fox Sports 1, Chris Chelios has proven himself to be a man of many talents and here he tells his story. Drafted by the Montreal Canadiens in 1981, Chelios enjoyed a long career in the NHL, playing for 26 seasons for the Canadiens as well as the Chicago Blackhawks and the Detroit Red Wings, two diehard hockey markets in which he has become a beloved figure. From the 1992 Stanley Cup final to the 2006 Winter Olympics team, Chelios shares his achievements on the ice while providing new information on his life off it to readers, making this autobiography a must-have not only for Chelios fans, but anyone who loves the game of hockey. Chris Chelios  was a defenseman who played in the NHL for 26 seasons for the Chicago Blackhawks, Detroit Red Wings, Montreal Canadiens, and Atlanta Thrashers. He was elected to the Hockey Hall of Fame in 2013 and won three Stanley Cups. He is currently the executive advisor to general manager of the Detroit Red Wings.  Kevin Allen  is the author or coauthor of more than a dozen sports books, including  Brett: His Own Story ,  Star-Spangled Hockey: Celebrating 75 Years of USA Hockey , and  Without Fear: Hockey’s 50 Greatest Goaltenders . He lives in Ypsilanti, Michigan. Wayne Gretzky , known as “The Great One” is regarded as the greatest hockey player in the sport’s history. He lives in Westlake Village, California. Made in America By Chris Chelios, Kevin Allen Triumph Books Copyright © 2014 Chris Chelios and Kevin Allen All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-60078-987-8 Contents Foreword by Wayne Gretzky, Prologue by Kevin Allen, Introduction, 1. More Beaches, Less Ice, 2. Moose Jaw and the Murdered Pelican, 3. Beer and Badgers, 4. Only One Miracle Per Customer, 5. Lies, Half-truths, and Hockey, 6. Jailhouse Rocked, 7. Mayhem on Madison, 8. I Never Wanted to Leave, 9. From the Indian Head to the Winged Wheel, 10. Firing Blanks in Nagano, 11. Winning Is a Habit, 12. Slaying the Dragon, 13. State of the Union, 14. Guilty Until Proven Innocent, 15. The Worst of Times, 16. Isn't It Time to Forgive and Forget?, 17. Paddling to Success, 18. Ice in My Veins, 19. Riding the Wave, Acknowledgments, Photo Gallery, CHAPTER 1 More Beaches, Less Ice I probably inherited my work ethic from my father, who I think came up with a new way to earn money every single day of his life. Kosta "Gus" Chelios started out driving a truck in Chicago and ended up owning a handful of different restaurants. No one sought the American dream more aggressively than my father. When he was a 15-year-old kid living in Greece, he lied about his age to enlist in the country's air force. He immediately became a mechanic, working on British-made Spitfires. He moved to America in 1951 hoping to raise a family and have a better life than he would have in Greece. My dad and mother, Susan, had five kids. I was the oldest, and I had three sisters — Gigi, Penny, and Elena — and one brother, Steve. When I was 10, my dad came home one day and announced we were all moving to Australia. He had a buddy who owned farms down there and was supplying U.S. troops in Vietnam with dairy and meat products. My dad was buying into the business. Just like that, we packed up our life into 48 trunks and headed off to a new world. Since my dad wanted to bring his car, we couldn't fly. We drove from Chicago to San Francisco, and then boarded a 42,000-ton cruise ship named the Oriana that took us to Fiji, then New Zealand, and finally Sydney, Australia. The boat trip lasted 20 glorious days. The Oriana was almost three football fields long, and I explored every inch of that ship. It was like being on an adventure. One day, I ascended all the way up to the captain's bridge before anyone thought to ask me where I was going. Being on that ship was like spending three weeks at summer camp. This ship was designed for people on vacation so they had events planned for children every day. When we arrived in Australia, I became very popular with the U.S. servicemen on leave from Vietnam because I was the only person in Australia who owned an American football. I played with those soldiers every day, and ended up giving them the football to take back to Vietnam. Unfortunately for our family's finances, a month after we arrived, it was clear the Vietnam War was ending and my dad was left holding the bag on his business venture. When he informed my mother that we had to pack up and travel home by boat, she informed him that she had her own plan. She was going to fly home with the children, and my father could travel home on the ship with our 48 trunks and his beloved car. The saving grace was that my father had structured the deal on our house in Chicago so that we had a window during which we could cancel the contract. So, after we lived in a hotel for a