![]() Season two, Mob Land, is about a high-rolling lawyer who joins forces with the feds to try to bring down one of the most powerful criminal syndicates in the country. Seven years later, their stories collided when a small town detective got a tip and became convinced that if he could solve one mystery, he'd solve the other. Season three, Never Seen Again, tells the story of two women, living on opposite sides of the country, who went missing in the summer of 1999. Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Jake Halpern reveals webs of deception and dark underworlds, through interviews with federal agents and convicted criminals. It took two surgeons to repair my face.Deep Cover is a show about people who lead double lives. They facilitated some doctors appointments, but that was it. From that point on, the team didn’t acknowledge me. The only person even tangentially connected to the team with whom I spoke over the next few days was Tammy Gilbert, Greg Gilbert’s wife, who knew my girlfriend at the time. I got thrown in the back of the team doctor’s car, who dropped me off at Huntington hospital– the worst equipped, but most convenient hospital for him on his way home. I got off the ice, but because there wasn’t any blood, nobody thought much of it. It felt like an egg had broken in my face. I wasn’t even cut, but it broke three bones in my face: the orbit, and both cheekbones. Instead, the refs just sat there and said: “Keep ‘er going boys.” In the time it took for them to say that– ten seconds– he’d worked his arm free and cracked me once on the temple. After awhile, we tied each other up, and in any other situation, it would have been over. I was punching him and having what was a fantastic fight for me. Finally, it got to the point where the linesman dropping the puck looked at me and said: “Are you going to get this over with?” The fans wanted it, the coaches and refs wanted it. I avoided the situation at all costs, skating away, skating away. I’m just not going to encourage it.” I came out of the box convinced of this plan, but because Al Arbour wanted to prove a point– and because Detroit’s coach wanted my head– I kept being put out against Kocur. Okay, this is going to be interesting.” I was getting more tense by the second, until I considered, “Well, he can’t fight me unless I fight him. I was sitting in the box thinking, “Shit. He looked at me and said, “You’re fucking dead,” over and over again. He basically skated between the two bluelines. Even though his team was on the power play, he wouldn’t go deeper than the blueline in either end. But from the minute I sat down in the penalty box, Joey Kocur kept his eyes on me. It wasn’t a particularly dirty hit at least I didn’t think it was. One night against Detroit in Long Island, I took a boarding penalty. There were two ways I could have responded to this - roll up and become a possum devoid of emotion, or attack the situation and become the bear. I wanted to play hard checking hockey, but I didn’t see myself as a fighter, and the friction between what they wanted and what I wanted paralyzed me. The team’s expectations were completely unreasonable. But I wasn’t a great fighter, and once I became aware that that was how they envisioned my role, I got stressed out and developed ulcers. Coming to the Islanders, certain people had the perception that I was going to be Clark Gillies, Bob Nystrom and Butch Goring all rolled into one. As told to: Dave Bidini Ihad no idea what it was going to be like when I got to the NHL.
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