He said that he'd finished his house in Dallas, and he was all set to end his career there (with his boyfriend), but Wayne and the Phoenix GM kept bugging and bugging him for two weeks (and he had a fight with his boyfriend), and finally agreed.
They asked about him being an old fart (would have been entertaining if they'd really said that) and still being able to play, and Brett answers, "Well, I don't play a real physical brand of hockey..."
Man, I'm so out of it. Way too much pirating over the weekend (playing Puzzle Pirates, not drinking and carousing) and not enough sleep. *yawn*