Mario Lemieux was my hero from the time I saw him play in the World Championship in Prague. Now I can admit it, but a year and a half after I arrived on the team I had a little secret. I carried his picture in my wallet. If one of my teammates had found out, I’d have been the laughing stock of the team. He was a god to me. I still get nervous when I’m around him, as if I was asking for his autograph or something.

- Jagr: An Autobiography

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