Motivation Quote by Brett Hull

There is a particular athlete’s bravado in leading with the most oddly specific claim imaginable: “My teeth have never been touched.” In hockey, that’s not vanity, it’s a scoreboard. Teeth are currency, proof you’ve paid your dues, so boasting you still have them reads like a private joke told in public - a flex that’s also an admission of how random survival can be in a sport designed to erase your face.

Hull immediately undercuts himself with “Why did I tell you that? Knock on wood.” The line turns superstition into self-awareness. He hears how it sounds even as he says it, like tempting fate on live TV. That little rhetorical stumble is the tell: beneath the confidence is a player who knows the ledger always balances eventually.

Then he inventories the damage anyway - scars over the eyes, the chin, the “beak,” the cheek. It’s comic in its precision, like a surgeon’s report delivered with locker-room slang. The body becomes a map of collisions, the face a résumé. By stacking these details, Hull frames toughness not as an abstract virtue but as accumulated evidence.

“But my luck is running out” lands as the real point. It’s not a complaint; it’s a calculation. Late-career awareness creeps in: reflexes slow, bounces turn, and the myth of invulnerability starts to feel like something you borrowed. The subtext is mortality, hockey edition - a man who’s lived off confidence and timing admitting timing doesn’t belong to him.