Basketball Uniforms

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

Most teenagers think that wearing uniforms is a waste of time and that it shouldn't be mandatory. There are many positive and negative effects but I believe that school uniforms should be mandatory. There are many advantages such as peer equivalency, self esteem, easier for parents, and also stress reducing. There are also some questionable disadvantages such as lack of self expression, demeaning morale, and lack of diversity.

I am just playing basketball me against the world with no one distracting me. When I played basketball for my community college, I would have people screaming all at me as well as family screaming my name and distractions everywhere. I wouldn't let these distractions affect me and I would just play basketball as if it is just me playing basketball in my backyard all by myself. I would feel extremely focused on my task and just be in my zone not even hearing people scream or the music but just hear my id saying I can do it. No matter what the outcome of the game would be I always want to play because I don't care if I lose or not as long as I have fun. The more harder that I try the more fun I will have so it doesn't even effect me that I could cause my team to loose. The only thing I can say about failing, is that I am a failure if didn't give it my best effort. When Im playing basketball I get to a point were my self consciousness does disappear. I feel as if anything that is happening in the world from having school work to having an injury are all gone while I play basketball. An example is when I had sprained my ankle pretty bad and I wanted to play basketball still. When I started to play I got involved in a full game were I didn't feel any type pain in my body the whole time playing basketball. When I was done playing all the pain and real life problems came back but not until

The rain had been drizzling down all day. It hit my window and pounded on the roof like little beads, a continuous ding. It was a beautiful sound, one that could sooth my racing mind and nerves. I had been tossing and turning for hours, sleep was a useless thought. “Today was the day,” I thought, “State Fair is the make it or break it show of the season.” I rolled over, the block letters on my clock read just passed 12:30 A.M. Who am I kidding, sleep is for the weak. I unwrapped myself from the tower of blankets I had covered myself in and preceded to busy my mind.

Feeling all those eyes stare at me, I knew that my next few actions were vital to my survival. My sleep deprived state may have been the only thing keeping me from storming out of the bus right then and there. It also dictated my next action. Out of energy and fatigued, I decided it would be best to lay my head back and take a nap. I took the most angry, worried, and defeated nap imaginable on that bus ride to the track meet. Waking up to the gust of freezing wind that filled the bus as the door opened, and seeing the gargantuan football stadium made me realize that I had, in fact, survived the awkward bus ride to the regional meet. As I exited the bus and grabbed my pole, I expected to receive even more awkward stares, but alas, none were given. I concluded, with pole in hand, that if everybody had not forgotten about the incident already, they would once the track meet started. My anger temporarily ceased as we set up our tent. Once the tent was set up and I had put my pole in a safe position, my free hand reached for my phone. As I pulled out my phone and gently placed my thumb on the home button, the screen lit up. “7:25,” the screen said, as if to mock my anxiousness as I drove to

A program does not measure success by how many games won; instead, a program measures success by how players develop. Therefore, successful youth basketball programs share a coaching philosophy of “Athletes First, Winning Second.” Such a philosophy serves as the blueprint that a coach would use to build an athlete-centered program. Under an athlete-centered program, a coach would consider how design decisions affect the athlete’s experience. More importantly, athlete-centered programs do not compromise the athlete’s experience for winning more games. Accordingly, successful youth basketball programs have trained coaches who follow an athlete-centered philosophy.

An alarm sounded loudly. It was six am on a Saturday morning. I knew what this meant, time for running and the time of physical death. But I always refused to leave my bed. A fist pounded on my door. This was the usual wakeup call before a run.

After doing some searching, (both online and in retail stores), I went ahead and purchased a couple of sock options that would look great with our VVA Basketball uniform. I found the best price on Amazon with good reviews and feedback. Receiving my delivery yesterday, I am very pleased with the quality, style, and price of the first pair, which we would be wearing with the white side of the uniform. The second pair to be worn with the black side of uniform. Sock styles are by the same company, so, I am optimistic they will fit well. Below are the links to Amazon for the specific vendors who have various sizes and quantities available for everyone. If anyone has had a better experience with another sock company please let me know as I have found

I let out a soft sigh, still unfocused for school the next day. I placed the polaroid I had taken from the fair carefully onto my bedside table. I could use this as a tool of recognition at school tomorrow. I grabbed my comforter and tucked myself into bed, with two pillows in my embrace. As my consciousness dwindled down, my mind escaped into a vivid dream. Sleeping allowed me to liberate myself from the agony of trudging through my daily life.

I live for the things in life that I love. And basketball is one of those things. From the time the ball was put in my hands at the age of 5, I knew it had a special place in my heart. I watched the game, I played the game, I learned the game, and now I coach the game. Basketball moves me, it excites me, it’s my first true love. I sweat for it, I bleed for it, I dream of it, I cry for it, I smile for it. It is the one thing that brings me stability because of how it impacts my emotions. But does it do that for

All the sports or gym addicts, are you sure that you are wearing the right attire for your workouts? Does your attire stick to your body due to sweat? Do you suffer from chafing? Do you end up hurting your manhood due to insufficient protection? All the above are signs of a wrong underneath apparel. Donning the right apparel is necessary for an uninterrupted workout. Have you ever thought of thongs as a sports outfit? If not, then you should try them at least once.

Basketball seems to get into your blood. It is said by those who play, "You eat, you sleep and you play basketball." When I was a little girl all I wanted to be was a professional basketball player. I couldn't count how many times I pounded that dumb ball in our driveway until it was too dark to see, then I would play for hours more by the porch light. Now I realize that was only childish insanity. Back then they didn’t even have a girls’ profession basketball league in the states. However, that didn't stop me from walking away empty handed. One thing I learned was how to prepare oneself for life. Well, at least, how to prepare oneself for a game.

After a long time pondering and changing my internal assessment topics, I decided to write my internal assessment on basketball. Basketball is not only my favorite hobby, but it also a way for me to release my stress. Whenever I play basketball, nothing else is on my mind except for the game. However, recently the thought occurred to me on why sometimes I miss a shot and at other times it perfectly goes in. How come when I shoot from a further distance I have to give the ball a greater push?

Basketball is a widely populated sport in today’s society since it was created in the late 1800s by Dr. James Naismith. Many fans enjoy playing basketball but most of them don’t thoroughly understand the process to get in shape to play. Basketball conditioning requires a lot of dedication and is very time consuming. It is a highly competitive and contact sport so being faster and stronger than the other guy can give you more advantages. Many ways to condition are by running, weight training in the gym, maintaining a healthy diet and working on your basketball skills. Following these steps will help you prepare for the basketball season and develop into a great ball player.

I awakened in a cold sweat, breathing tough while clutching the blankets with white knuckles. I quickly glanced from left to right, my heart only beginning to slack after I realized I was awake. Carefully stepping out of bed, still reeling from the frightening movie my brain played while I slept, I peaked toward the door and froze. Something conveyed the impression that something was different regarding my room though I couldn’t put my finger on it. Pulling a blanket around my body, I attempted to block out the frigid air and overcome my shivering.The sun barely peeked through the closed blinds of my window. It was still early dawn.