“His idol was a guy that passed the ball a lot, Stanley Matthews.”

Even the superstars need to be coached once in awhile.

I can’t be a hypocrite as a coach because as a player that’s what I wanted. I wanted feedback, I wanted communication from the boss.

I grew up trying to play for the Toronto Maple Leafs, not Team Canada. Didn’t even know it existed.

I was a punk. I think that’s why I’m such a good person now, because I was such a bad guy then.

I was 19 years old, pumping gas and going nowhere.

You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in.

I went to the Hall of Fame with my dad. I can’t say I really remember too much about it.

Assistant coaches become a little bit more buddies to the players than a head coach.

Growing up as a kid my father was British and a soccer player.

I showed up for work, you can yell at me if you want, but I want input. So that’s the kind of coach I want to be.

I was kind of a high school dropout at that point because I had left school to play hockey, but no one drafted me.

Our family thought if you could be unselfish your teammates would always like you.

My story is no different than anybody else’s.

Whether it’s teaching me a new way to cut on a wave or teach me a three-point conversion or teach me how to dribble a soccer ball. There’s something really cool about that.

I’ve always been an actress, entertaining my family was the start. I’m a goof ball among many of my cousins and siblings.

And prevent the ball from going into the pivot man.

I can catch the ball. You’ve got to throw it to me.

Byrd has always been that kind of pitcher.

I was watching Monster’s Ball, which is a fabulous movie. It’s just a little gem: beautifully shot, and shot in a way I never would have done.

Point the ball on all long shots.

Trying to trick you, keep the ball low, in and out.