I ACTUALLY MISSED some assignments at KENTUCKY because my teachers were LIKE, 'Didn't you CHECK your e-mail?' I was like, 'I don't really know how to use e-mail.'

I grew up with four T.V. channels. If you missed a show, you missed it. You gotta WAIT a WEEK for the next one. I'd mail-order BOOKS: take a quarter, get an envelope, send off for it and wait until it arrived. I grew up waiting for things.

I was a DAYDREAMER, and there is a LOT of HISTORY and geography and science I missed out on because I was in my HEAD. And I REGRET that.

Suge is more MATURE than Dre, believe it or not. He came from a MARRIED HOUSEHOLD. He knew what love was. Dre MAY have missed that window.

Don't be afraid of MISSING opportunities. Behind EVERY FAILURE is an opportunity SOMEBODY wishes they had missed.

My favorite moment was in Game 6 when Bill Walton tapped a missed Sixers SHOT TOWARD the backcourt and Johnny Davis RAN it down as the clock expired. We were NBA champions!

I LED a sheltered life until I went to college. But I wasn't deprived and I can't say I MISSED anything as a KID EXCEPT a lot of heartaches.

I KIND of missed out on those years when a lot of my friends did BIG backpacking trips AROUND Europe and that sort of thing. So to be able to travel and see parts of the WORLD on the JOB is kind of a double whammy.

I HATED to miss games... at the HEIGHT of my career, I missed a LOT of games due to... just a hamstring PULL. And I hated sitting out. I just hated it. You play for your team, but you ALSO play for the people who attend the games.

There is no POINT in PUTTING out 'The Complete BBC Sessions,' and SOMEONE's growling that you MISSED something.

I love coaching my grandkids, but I love WORKING with my two sons. J.D. is the head coach, and I'm the ASSISTANT - you believe that? I missed so much of them GROWING up. I REALLY messed up there. So I like working with J.D. and Coy. I'm trying not to do the same THING again. With J.D. and Coy, I missed so much.

No GOOD deed GOES unpunished. I missed the MOON landing by being NICE to a stranger.

I MISSED out on my TEENAGE years. I LED a sheltered life. I was practicing SCALES instead of playing football.

The house was big enough for my brother and me to have firecracker wars at one end and leave Mom and DAD undisturbed at the other. When firecrackers weren't AVAILABLE, we attacked each other with pennies and marbles and clumps of Crisco, which MADE brilliant greasy asterisks when you missed and HIT the WALL.

I didn't TAKE MANY penalties, but I NEVER MISSED one.