I grew up in Lexington Kentucky, so college ball is my religion. A lot of my family played in college and my dad won a division 3 national championship (the lowest division of college ball but he'll still beat the tar out of any layman). I play with my brother a few times a week and have been getting my skill back from when I played a lot of pickup in high school. I'm not as slick as I used to be but I can throw dimes and have a nice jumper and everyone in the gym hates me for playing physical defense without fouling. I could beat anyone in here 1 on 1
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Rank | School | # and Coach(es) |
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1 | UCLA | 11 – John Wooden (10), Jim Harrick (1) |
2 | Kentucky | 8 – Adolph Rupp (4), Joe B. Hall (1), Rick Pitino (1), Tubby Smith (1), John Calipari (1) |
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yea theres certainly a mental battle in it.... especially given that you run into a lot of the same people during pickup games.... this one guy i find myself in games with.... last time he was talking a lot..... i'd give him basket after basket that game and then he'd go at me with the ball saying im too small, or saying i cant shoot..... alright pal ive lit you up all game but whatever makes u feel betterI'm guessing that playing basketball with nine or so mates is kinda comparable to playing five-a-side football which is something I've been doing a lot recently. As far as I'm concerned it's the most fun you can have with your clothes on. Football doesn't really have a one-on-one equivalent though sadly but you do have your duels in the game and it's fucking great having a battle with someone - he skinned me last time but I'ma get that cunt now... when you figure someone out who was beating and you have them in your pocket for the rest of the game it's just wonderful.
yesWhen you say you give him basked after basket you mean you scored them?
Do we know when I have an engagement April 2ndim seeing line b again early april and we're gonna shoot hoops