Becoming more Open-Minded at CIT

Much to my science buddies dismay, I have to admit that I really like business. I know that as my mom and aunts are reading this they are probably jumping up and down as successful businesswomen do. Before starting this program, people would ask me what I would be studying while I was living in Ireland. When I told them International Business, they seemed really confused as to how that correlated with my studies of Health Science for the past four years. I truly feel that everyone should know something about business; aspects of the general subject take up so much of our daily lives. Whether it is writing a check, paying your taxes, or applying for financial aid. These all have to do with the field of business, and up to this point I was embarrassed to say that I knew very little. On the other side of it, the world is becoming smaller and smaller everyday. Cultures are intertwining with each other, and in order to be able to succeed we need to have an open-mind.

Fortunately, my studies are not only about diversity, but my class is filled with diversity as well. We are a small class of only 12, but have students from India, Spain, the U.S. and Ireland. It has been so much fun hearing about each other’s backgrounds, and how they got to be the class. It also has opened my mind in the way that I view the world and the topics that we discuss in class. I have learned so much from people that I have only known for 3 months. It makes you realized that you never know the impact you can have on the people around you. I am happy my parents always encouraged me to try new things. “Don’t knock it until you try it!” I can hear them saying to me. I am happy that I did go for International business, not because I have become the smartest person in the field or my class. But because no one can ever take away the knowledge that you have gained, and I have already been fortunate enough to learn so much about the world.


Week 4

Sorry for the delay everyone but I was traveling all around Ireland this weekend! First to Clonmel for a few days to work a basketball clinic for some amazing young girls and boys aging from 10 to about 16. During our time in Clonmel Sarah, Jim, Matt and I had a question and answer session with the players where they were amazed at our dedication to basketball. Sharing our stories with them and answering all there questions I believed inspired them to set goals for themselves no matter what they want to do. I think they started to understand how much a sport can change your life(no pun intend) but it really is true. Without basketball I don’t know where I would be, defiently not in Northern Ireland! I hope the young players were able to take away from our sit down session that with sport comes opportunity, if you pursue it with all the right intentions. I would like to thank the Clonmel community for their sincere hopsitality during our two day stay. Hopefully we will see you soon!

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Some Friendly Faces

Every semester, Waterford Institute of Technology gives its students a full week off from classes, known as the Reading Week. Last semester I got the opportunity to visit London and luckily this Reading Week I was able to take a mini trip to Galway, Ireland. One of my Wildcats teammates, Sinead Deegan, was already planning to drive up and visit her older sister, Marie, so I thought it was a perfect opportunity to tag along.

 

On the drive up, Sinead was raving about how beautiful Galway is, designating it as her favorite city in Ireland. In my head I was thinking, no way!! Truth be told, it ended up being my favorite Irish city too. Due to coaching commitments and basketball training, my short-lived experience didn’t give me any time to actually sight see Galway the first time around but this time was definitely different.

 

Thankfully, the lovely Galway Victory Scholar, Marritta Gillcrease, and my other good Galway buddies, Kyle, Dale and Wayne, took me on an exploration of the city. Galway was stunning, filled with diverse shops and very animated musicians on every corner where Marritta kept reiterating the fact that nice, sunny days are VERY rare so my visit was perfect timing. Leaving downtown, we ended up walking to a town called Salt Hill, which has a serene view of the beach, overlooking the water into the mountains of Irish county, Clare, since it was just a few miles up the road. Ending our tour on NUIG’s lovely campus, I was completely infatuated with Galway.

 

On my last day in Galway, Wayne, Kyle, and Galway’s other Victory Scholar, Cory Starkey, met up at the best coffee shop ever, Café Express, spending hours on in enjoying one another’s company. Even though my trip ended so quickly, I knew the next time I returned to Galway I would have a family to come back to, friends who I admire and adore.

 

P.s. special thanks to the Galway Titans’ coaches for letting Rita and I join your practice 🙂 

 

Victory Scholar: Jazmen Boone

Present University: Waterford IT

US League: CAA

Club/Community Partner: Waterford Wildcats

Alma Mater: The College of William and Mary

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland


A Very Happy Birthday

For most people, birthdays are a day filled with family, friends, presents, and birthday cake. However, this year I got a little bit more than that. For my 22nd birthday, I hopped on a plane to Ireland, where I would start a year long adventure. 

Some asked if I was sad to be leaving on my birthday, but the anticipation and excitement of coming to a foreign country, experiencing a new culture, and developing new friendships was definitely a worthy trade off.

Leading up to my departure, several people told me how friendly the Irish were. Before even landing in Ireland, I realized how accurate that statement was. On my flight, the nice man next to me gave me his neck pillow because he noticed that I had fallen asleep in a painful-looking position. I was shocked that he was willing to give up his personal neck pillow to a complete stranger. I can’t say I know anyone that would be willing to sacrifice his neck comfort for a random person. After this random act of kindness, I realized that it was only the beginning of meeting such kind, friendly people.

Although the neck pillow was an awesome birthday gift, it was the people I met arriving in Ireland and Belfast that truly made the day so special. Meeting the other scholars, as well as the Sport Changes Life family, I realized I spent my birthday with my original family, as well as my new one. 

 

Victory Scholar: Sarah Benedetti

Present University: University of Limerick

US League: NEC

Club/Community Partner: University of Limerick Huskies

Alma Mater: St. Francis College

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland 


Week 7

An empty gym: The athletes sanctuary.

This past weekend I helped out at the Masters Tournament held here at NUIG. My coach was organizing it and needed help with the tables so I hung around all weekend to help out and I must say I really enjoyed it. There were a lot of familiar faces and a number of them were kids from the club I coach at (Titans). Great atmosphere, but the best part was after

ward. At NUIG there are a million different clubs and only 1 gym (3 courts), so when the tournament ended for the day I jumped at the chance to shoot once it cleared out. 

The most interesting part was a player I’ve been coaching followed my lead. It started off by helping me rebound my shots, and turned into a 1 on 1 coaching session. This player has particular trouble making left handed layups and by the end of the night that player’s footwork was finally corrected. Everybody here who has trouble with layups tend to jump off the wrong leg so it was very frustrating in the beginning. Even minor instructions such as ‘step right, left, right and jump’ were actually a challenge. Patience is the biggest key here for me. As for the player, Repitition. I have a new appreciation for coaches who primarily work with kids and teach fundamentals. I’ve been so competitive my whole life I expect other players with the same love to be putting in the work like I did on my own, but this is completely different here. Some of these kids were never taught 1 on 1 the correct way, or dont have a hoop or even a ball to practice with at home on their own. Seeing a kid improve right infront of you is a great feeling. I never thought something as simple as a proper layup (from a player who has been playing for a number of years already) would feel like a major break through.

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Coach JB

This week I had to return to reality. Classes started back up, we had 2 games, and I had coaching. I must admit I missed my kids. We usually rotate between different age groups and teams for the girls but we've been coaching the same group of guys every week. These boys just never cease to amaze me. We had one practice with them before their first match and we ended up losing by a big margin. They never put their heads down or lost faith in us. Since then we've been trying to bring them different drills and things they can work on to improve their game. Anything we throw at them they willfully accept and with a smile. They make it easy to show up on a Friday night just knowing how excited they are to be playing basketball. We can give them a play and not see them for 2 weeks and the next time we see them everyone still remembers the play and the name. I absolutely love their dedication. We had our second match a couple weeks ago and they lost by 5-6 points but you could just see the improvement they've made. They fought so hard it just made me proud. It feels good to know how impactful we've been to them and that they trust us enough to follow our lead. I can't wait to see how much they grow by the end of my time here. I'm glad that I get the chance to be around to see it all unfold. Working with the girls is usually a different environment. They're a lot more giggly and social. Most of the time they just want to have fun and maybe play a little basketball in the process. I like working with them because they bring a good balance. We get a whole hour of off the wall energy and excitement with the girls and then we get a hour of hardcore seriousness with the guys.


Week 8

Well….

I have successfully avoided my first potential coaching disaster. Last week, my post discussed how coaching a group of enthusiastic young soccer players is nothing short of a truly magical experience. This week’s story acknowledges a lesser-known truth of such experiences. Yesterday, I was handed the reins over a large group of 5 and 6 year old munchkins. And, when I say “handed the reins,” I mean that it was me, and only me, that was in charge of keeping a group of Tasmanian devils occupied for the next hour and a half. In these circumstances, I’ve found that it’s often wise to forget trying to teach any soccer. 5 and 6 year olds rarely respond well to formalized instruction on a soccer field. Instead, the goal was to get out with all my limbs attached. And, of course, to have fun. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of ever coaching this age group, allow me to paint a picture. Based on previous coaching experience (although, maybe it’s only in America), I’ve come to expect these scenarios to unfold in one of two ways. 

A) The session goes very smoothly, and a careful balance of instruction and fun/laughter allows a coach to overcome 5-second attention spans and sugar-induced explosions of hyperactivity, all while managing to tie shoes, answer questions like “why do you talk funny?” and stop the flow of tears after a bruised knee. Charlie Sheen would even call that “winning”. 

……or, alternatively…… 

B) From the first whistle, the session spirals madly out of control, as a seemingly innocent group of 5-year-old angels immediately transform into human tornados of chaos, who apparently want nothing more than to see their coach voluntarily commit himself to a mental asylum following the practice. This outcome often carries the additional disastrous combination of overly aggressive behavior, injuries, and a coach’s Kryptonite: tears. 

Needless to say, I was both excited and nervous to find out if I could, at the very least, hold their attention for 10 minutes. After 20 minutes of dribbling games, including some of my personal favorites like “Knockout” and “Sharks and Minnows”, I knew I was in the clear…I had the kids hooked – they were focused, attentive, and most importantly, giggling hysterically at my childish sense of humor, and thoroughly enjoying themselves. I even had some parents approach me to say “thank you” after the session ended! 

Whether or not I can attribute it to a delayed and mild Halloween sugar crash, or the proverbial “luck of the Irish,” the session was perfect. Well…almost perfect. I did have one particular player, “Jack”, who presented a bit of a problem. It just so happens that “Jack” was fond of making tackles that would even make the infamous Paul Scholes proud: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vIKT3WMAQU

I don’t think my legs would’ve survived this kid’s poorly timed defensive efforts, so I have no idea how the other players came out largely unscathed. However, my finest hour thus far, as a coach, was watching “Jack” apologize and help another player up following the third incident, after I had pulled him aside and talked about the value of being a little less aggressive. Made me smile. 

On another note, Sarah and I had a fantastic time up in Clonmel last week. It was wonderful getting to see the other scholars (nice to meet you Caroline), and catch up with the Maguire family (missed you Deirdre). However, all my gratitude needs to be extended to Liam and others in Clonmel who showed such incredible hospitality


A WEE BIT OF JET LAG

I’d never seen so much green. From the green clover painted on the wing of my plane to the green lights littering the runways of the Dublin airport to the rolling green hills that are the Irish countryside, it seemed like everything in Ireland was green. Before to my arrival, I’d heard from others that Ireland was a beautiful country. After seeing it first hand, I can only agree with them. I spent the entire two-hour bus ride to Belfast glued to my window, trying to catch glimpses of the magnificent landscape behind the immediate trees and shrubbery. I slightly regretted this decision later on in the day when the jet lag began to catch up with me and I realized that those two hours on the bus were the only time that I could have taken a nap. Nonetheless, my fellow Victory Scholars and I pushed through our sleepiness and had a wonderful first day.

We met much of the Sport Changes Life crew, who were simply amazing. They made us feel so welcome and at ease in a completely new country. Once all the scholars had arrived (aside from Staats, whose flight had gotten canceled and who was flying in the following day), we were given a short tour of the Ulster campus, where we would be staying for the week. I found out very quickly on this tour that “wee” was a favorite word of our SCL tour guides. Marc even managed to use it about four or five times in one sentence; I believe he was telling us about a wee coffee shop just a wee walk down the road where we could buy a wee coffee for a wee bit of a pick-me-up. Marc has this saying, “Everything is everything,” which I think means basically that nothing is as big a deal as it may seem and it is more important to slow down and enjoy things in life rather than to stress out about them. However, after the tour of Ulster, I was beginning to think that the saying should really be “Everything is wee.”

By the end of the first day, all of the Scholars were exhausted. The day had been quite busy and the jet lag was really catching up with us by nightfall. Even though I felt like a walking zombie for most of the evening, when I laid down in bed and thought about the amazing opportunity that I have to live in Ireland for a year, it helped to put everything into perspective. Picturing the green landscape, the smiling, caring faces of the SCL crew and the other Victory Scholars, and the adventures yet to come as I follow this journey wherever it may lead me, it was very easy for me to write off my exhaustion and simply say, “It’s just a wee bit of jet lag.”

 

Victory Scholar: Katie Fox

Present University: Waterford IT

US League: NEC

Club/Community Partner: Waterford Wildcats

Alma Mater: St. Francis College

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland 


week 8

As a coach, there are few things that feel better than your players understanding and really knowing how you want to do things in practice. In yesterday’s practice, I didn’t need to coach or teach anything as much as I had to in the first couple of weeks here in Ireland. I am at the point with my kids that I can just say a drill, and everyone will know what go do. And if there are some kids that don’t understand, I can count on the ones that do know what’s going on to explain it to them. I try to tell my players that the easiest way for you to truly get or understand something is trying to teach someone else what you know. It allows you to hear your thought process out loud, which in turn may become clearer to yourself. 

It also great to have other players knowing what exactly to do because there may be cases where the ones that don’t understand may be afraid to approach me, and more comfortable going to their peers. Another plus to the kids really understanding things now is that now I am able to get through more drills and stations in practices because all the time I used to spend on explaining something, can be used on the kids actually just playing basketball. It’s great! As the weeks go on, my job as a coach becomes easier and easier. I can already see a few of the players developing into leaders because their understanding on concepts are increasing. All positives and great things in this week of practices. Tune in next week to see how my week went. Until then, take care everyone!

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Buster

If you follow me on social media, have ever had a conversation with me, or probably even if you’ve just looked at me you can tell that I love dogs. There is something about the simple dumb happiness that a dog exudes that rubs off on people. They embody the simplistic emotional happiness we try so hard to find in material and overly complex ways. Their happiness is derived from their supply of food, space and human interaction, something we as humans also do, however we are too proud to admit that happiness could boil down to something so simple.

Enter Buster, the stick chasing-belly rub demanding-ocean swimming-Yellow Lab that belongs to my landlord who lives in the house next door. Upon arrival seeing that I would not go the year without some furry companionship was the best news I could receive. This year I have made it my mission to step outside the American routine and lifestyle and fully embrace the difference of culture, and there is much to be said about how important this is when one travels outside of their home country. However, whenever I do feel like I need to go back to what I know all I have to do is yell “Buster!” from the front door to see this slobbering lab come barreling down the driveway and make me feel right at home. When I say home I do not mean New York, but rather a state of emotional contentment, where simplicity overrules stress and the worries of life. So while I will continue to spend this year attempting to get the most out of Ireland, I will always leave time to throw the stick in the backyard, even if Buster doesn’t bring it back.


Evolution of Cooking

There are many ways that progress could be measured. For me I am confident I have improved and progressed over the past six months, in many different ways. One way this can clearly be seen is by observing my cooking abilities (if you can call them that) over time. When I arrived in Ireland in August, my cooking experience was limited to peanut butter and jelly’s and grilled cheese.  Subsequently my diet was rather limited. By limited I mean peanut butter and jelly for nearly every meal.  Compared to that, today I could be confused as a culinary expert. Kidding of course, I still have a VERY long way to go before I would consider myself to be even an adequate cook. But nonetheless, I have certainly made progress. In this case, it doesn’t so much matter that I am a bad cook, it matters more that I have improved as a cook.

 

I think there are a lot of parallels to the role of Victory Scholars in Ireland and Northern Ireland. Certainty when we all arrived in our respective cities we do not make an immediate impact on the youth in the community. Rather we work with kids of all ages and slowly build relationships. Whether it be dribbling a basketball or making an impact as a member of a community, it takes time. In that regard, progress is the goal. Just as I have improved my cooking abilities, many kids that I coach have improved their dribbling and shooting, or improved their ability to interact properly with their peers.

 

I can’t wait to see what I will be cooking up come June!

 

 

Victory Scholar: Cory Starkey 

Present University: NUI Galway

US League: Patriot League 

Club/community partner: Galway Titans 

Alma Mater: Bucknell University 

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland 

 


Week 4

“Vision without action is just a dream. Action without vision just passes time. Vision with action can change your world.”

These are the words painted on the wall that the kids of Clonmel, Tipperary read every time they step into their gym to play basketball. This past week, myself, Ryan, and the Belfast scholars made a trip to Clonmel where we spent a couple days coaching a group of about 25 kids, ranging from ages 8-16. All of these kids showed an eagerness to learn from each of us, which made teaching them so much more enjoyable. We spent all day Thursday and Friday running through drills with them, emphasizing the fundamentals and the importance of repetition and practice. I was so amazed at how much they enjoy playing the game. From 10am-4:30pm, all they did was play basketball, and at the end of the day, they just wanted to keep playing! This kind of passion and love for the game is always great to see in young players, especially here

 in Ireland where the sport isn’t as popular. 

In addition to teaching them basketball skills, we also spent time getting to know them, and we each told them our personal stories of how we got to where we are now. The common theme throughout all of our stories was the importance of hard work and practice. We weren’t always the best players on the teams we played on, but each of us put in the time and practice every day so that we could eventually receive a scholarship to play in college. I feel grateful that I was able to share my personal experiences with the kids and I hope they are each aware of the possibilities basketball can give them if they allow it. I was fortunate enough to go to a great college and now I am spending a year in Ireland, all because of basketball. If these kids continue to practice hard every day, similar opportunities could arise for them that could end up changing their lives. 

A lot of the kids we worked with in Clonmel have a passion for basketball and I could see that they truly enjoy playing the game. They all chose to be there; they didn’t have anyone forcing them into the gym to practice the entire day. They gave it 100% the whole time they were in the gym. I think these kids have the work ethic and mentality that’s needed to improve their game, I just hope they are now aware of the opportunities basketball could hold for them. They have the action part down, and hopefully after spending time with the scholars, they now have a vision of where they want basketball to take them. With a vision and action, basketball could change their lives one day! 

I want to thank Liam and all the young players of Clonmel for welcoming us into their lives and allowing us to spend a couple of days with them. It was a great time and I hope we get to visit again soon! 

Also, my thoughts and prayers are with everyone back home who were affected by Hurricane Sandy.

 

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Wise Beyond His Years

After my first experience of eHoops, I got a completely new perspective on Northern Ireland, the conflict and history of the country, as well as the personalities of all the kids. The most amazing feeling of all was that the sport of basketball eliminated the age and cultural barriers between the scholars and the kids. Although most of the kids did not know much about basketball, it was the catalyst that allowed us to connect so easily and share our stories and our different backgrounds. 

Although playing basketball with them was a lot of fun, my favorite part was definitely eating with the eHoops kids at the Italian restaurant. Being able to talk in a sit down setting allowed me to learn so much more about them! Everyone opened up so quickly and was eager to share their stories. I learned so much about Northern Ireland and Belfast in particular from a perspective of people that were actually living through it all.

One of the boys that I was sitting with said the most profound things when we were discussing the conflicts in his community. He was telling me all about the history of it and how it is directly affects him. In shock at the situation, I asked him why he thought it was so bad. The young boy told me for people his age; their families raised them to continue the conflict. He said that none of the people his age actually had issues with one another; it was strictly that way because it was how they were brought up.  

 From there, I asked how he thinks it could be resolved. At this point, I was so shocked that a 12-year could provide such a phenomenal answer. He said that the best way was to fix it was with time. He believes that his generation needs to grow up not spreading hate, but love; educating the next generation that everyone is all the same. He wants to be a role model to teach his kids to not tolerate and promote the violence.  

His answer was the most mature, well-spoken statement I had heard from a 12 year old. It gave me hope that their situation was going to get better. It was refreshing to hear that younger people have a plan to move things forward in their community. After all, they are the future, and they are the ones that are going to make a difference.

The eHoops dinner was an eye opening experience where I learned a lot, but also created friendships with great kids that are going to make a difference. 

 

 

Victory Scholar: Sarah Benedetti

Present University: University of Limerick

US League: NEC

Club/Community Partner: University of Limerick Huskies

Alma Mater: St. Francis College

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland 


Week 5

What a week for the Victory Scholars! It is not a bad life when you get to travel Ireland teaching the game you love to a group of kids that are just as passionate about the game. Matt, Caroline, Sarah, Ryan and I were fortunate enough to visit Clonmel this week for 3 days and a hold a basketball clinic. Unlike the States, where most people play basketball since they are toddlers, many of these

players recently picked up the game in the last few years or even months. This means that we needed to emphasize the fundamentals, but the growth we saw was almost immediate for players that have recently picked up the sport. 

This clinic was about much more than just basketball. Our gracious host, Liam, urged the kids to use basketball as a vehicle for bettering themselves through education, healthy competition and gaining work ethic that is invaluable as an adult. His thoughts were right in line with Sport Changes Life’s core goal of raising the aspiration of young people through sporting excellence, academic achievement and personal development. We cannot thank Liam and all the basketball players of Clonmel for welcoming us into their community and I know that the Scholars will be following how your teams progress this year!

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Misunderstood

I have always found it strange when people label others “weird” or “uncool” because of the way they act. The world sees It unfold every day, where there are those individuals that do not fit in with the crowd or do things that are outside the everyday norm. These are the same people, that will be bullied, or teased, by the people that are considered to be “popular” or “normal”. The funny thing I find is that in this world that has unlimited opportunity, and so many possibilities, would it not be perceived as a disappointment to imitate others and try to do the same thing that everyone else is doing, just to be accepted. The only shame is that more people trying to be themselves and create a life of their own.

I hear people talk all the time, claiming they want to do this or that, and make a difference in the world. Yet, if we look at all people who changed the world, or have impacted the world in a positive way, they are never the ones who followed along the paths of everybody else. As clique as it sounds, they were “leaders” not “followers”.  Those not scared to disassociate from the crowd, and be that misunderstood person. These are the people that see what life is really made for. Life should be about living to become a positive difference maker in one aspect or another.

So, when the next time you hear people claim someone is “weird” or say something like, “He’s not normal”, try to think that maybe this person is doing this “living” thing the right way. Not living life to its fullest potential is the only shame to many people perform. Find something you love, and pursue that with all the passion and desire you possess. Too many people are satisfied with doing the same thing everyone else is doing, but the ones who are remembered stand-alone from the rest of the crowd. They are not scared to take the road less taken. They believe in their purpose and for that reason alone are not afraid to take the chances or risks that terrify others.

 

“The biggest challenge in life is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else”.

 

Be different, be misunderstood, stand out from the rest. Leave a legacy.

 

DB.


Week 6

My First Irish Birthday!!

I have had many different birthday celebrations in my 23 years of life on this earth. I have had surprised birthday parties, traditional family birthday parties, and even HUGE birthday parties when I was younger; but I had never had my birthday in another country, until this past Friday. Of course I missed my family and friends back at home in the US, but my First Irish Birthday was fantastic. It began on Wednesday at E-Hoops, as Jim stated in his blog, when for my 23rd birthday present I was getting dragged across the floor by five to seven 15 year olds. It was great fun and it was awesome to see, even at my expense, that the kids were working as a team and also laughing and enjoying themselves while doing it. 

On my actual birthday, one of our teammates and friends, Gary, was kind enough to take Jim, Caroline, and I to see the Giant’s Causeway and the Rope Bridge. I have never seen anything like the Giant’s Causew

ay before and I will probably never see anything like it again. It was also a perfect day with no clouds in the sky, which made for awesome pictures. 

The next part of my birthday was at the Maguires house for dinner. As much as I was disappointed by not having Irish Stew on my birthday, my frown quickly turned to a huge smile once I saw all the BBQ ribs, chicken wings, and fries/chips on the table. The Maguire girls were dead on by appealing and vetoing my decision to have Irish Stew, as everyone, including me, were like scavengers eating the birthday dinner Mr. G and Mrs. D had prepared for us.

The last part of my birthday was coaching my U14 and U13 Junior Elks Girls team. As I walked in the gym, all of the girls just started to sing happy birthday and two of my players had baked a cake for me! If you could me blush, my face would have been covered in red. I am very lucky to be a part of such a good, family-oriented, close-knit basketball club like the Ulster Elks. Overall, my 23rd birthday and 1st Irish Birthday was one to remember and I would like to thank everyone who made my birthday special!!!

 

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Coaches: The Good, The Bad, The Impactful

This week at Ehoops was a great learning experience for me especially on Thursday night with the Ballybean group. We were helping them with a module on how to coach youth sports and when I asked them to reflect on their experience with coaches, most of them didn’t have great things to say. My advice was this “If you had bad experiences you can still grow and be great by learning what not do to.” It’s gold right? What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but it’s just not that easy.

Although I said that I know in my heart that’s a lot easier said then done. I’m grateful that I am able to think like that now but if I look back on my life I have had a lot of dark moments that came from a coach not believing in me. It started at 12 years old on a Brooklyn AAU team with a coach telling me only to shoot and not even put the ball on the floor because I wasn’t good enough. Basically my whole high school career I was told I wasn’t good enough after being cut from the freshman team, and barely making the JV team as a sophomore not even getting in the game during blowouts. Coaches never believing in the chubby kid with an okay jump shot. During my junior season I had a coach who put faith in me, I was playing great, but then an ACL tear and surgery…….yup back to square one. No one believing in Jimmy again. Senior year comes, I’ve worked harder then ever, chubby Jimmy is now lean after all the rehab workouts. Then in comes a new coach and  again the thoughts of not really thinking I had a future in basketball crept in. After a tough season the coach tells me ‘I’m not good enough to play in college’, so that’s it I’m done I quit right?

 

Naaaaaa it’s on to college for me. I’m a freshman and a walk on at a Junior College who gets lucky enough to have an experienced coach who takes a chance on a slow kid with a knee brace and a strong work ethic. This coach leaves after the season due to other opportunities. Sophomore season comes with a new coaching staff who put their all into coaching and we end up winning in a league that no one expected us to. It’s time to transfer to a 4-year school. I end up at a small D3 school in the Bronx with the help of my coaching staff. The coach here seems to believe in me and although he is not the most positive guy in the world, I had the best individual season ever had averaging high numbers and earning a spot on the all-conference team. My dream is coming true I really am good at this I can make it right?……Wrong ACL tear #2 that April and back to no one believing in Jimmy again. I rehab as hard as I can to come back but I do not get cleared to play in time for the season and a coach who I thought really believed in my abilities suddenly stops calling and texting. So the next year comes around feeling better then ever and we end up starting the season off with the best record in school history, and yours truly is leading the conference in scoring. Then I dislocate my shoulder and the doctor says I’m done for the season. With a lot of prayer and faith I am able to come back after only missing four games. We end up finishing the season with a great record and coming up one game short of the championship. After being named 1st team-all conference and gaining all-met distinction, I feel like I have a shot to play overseas. I go to a person I’m supposed to trust in this case, my coach and he tells me basically I should start looking for other career paths and that I am not good enough, saying “time to face reality come back from fairytale land.” So I say “you’re right buddy I give up” and that’s how my career ended.

 

Sike! I’m in Northern Ireland now baby and I get a chance not only to play basketball but to help inspire young adults who have experienced the same things I have or even much worse…..dreams do come true. This paragraph isn’t about me though this one is for the coaches who did believe in me and although they might not know it they have left an impact on my life to be remembered forever. My first coach and a man I look up to the most, my father John and his assistant John Kaye. My Coney Island coaches John Quintana, Mr. Lou, and Allen “Boo” Day. Coach Mark Carlino and Coach Eric Kamrath at Highland. Coach Tres Chapman, Jaron Bryant and Mark Berry at Chandler Gilbert. Coach Jeff Attard, Coach Joe, Coach James Mooney, Coach Baril, Coach Brad Oringer and Coach Kevin Clifford from The College of Mount Saint Vincent. And last but not least My mom Margaret, sister Tara and brother John because being the baby of the family they coached me my whole life. I say all these names because they have all had a positive impact on my life and career and although they might not know the tears and emotion I put into writing this. This is my life and they made a difference. I have had plenty of bad experiences with coaches but I find that I play harder and work harder when I think of the coaches who did believe in me! It’s on me now to pass it on and have an impact on these young adults we are working with. Oh and just so you know in my heart my playing career is far from over ;). Thanks for reading folks.

 

 

Victory Scholar: James Zuccaro

Present University: Ulster University

US League: Skyline Conference

Club/Community Partner: Ulster Elks

Alma Mater: College of Mount Saint Vincent

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland


Geno’s or Pat’s?

It’s funny how growing up in Philly, people always ask you how the cheesesteaks are. Are they really THAT good??? I always say, “yes, of course they are!!” Philly is not always known for the most positive of things, so why not embrace the reputation of our infamous cheesesteaks. Coming here to Ireland, I didn’t expect anyone to know anything about our cheesesteaks or have even heard of Philadelphia in the first place.

 
Well I was wrong.
 
Thursday night we had a very special dinner with the kids and teens involved in the eHoops program. While sitting at dinner with a 13 year old from West Belfast, I was shocked when he asked me a question so many Philadelphians are accustomed too, “Pats or Genos?”. For those that are not familiar, Pat’s cheesesteaks and Geno’s cheesesteaks are two of the most well known cheesesteak places in Philly. Both are rival shops, sitting directly across the street from each other. 
 
What was even more shocking than the fact that this 13 year old boy, who had never been to America, or for the most part even outside of Northern Ireland and his community in West Belfast, had known more about Pat’s and Geno’s than any Philadelphian I have ever spoken too. This young boy loved Philadelphia, and I mean LOVED. He asked me all about the Rocky stairs, City Hall, William Penn and the Quakers, all of which he already knew about. 
 
I was stunned at how a boy from a small town in West Belfast knew everything about a place I had grown up nearby, a place I took for granted, but yet a place he dreamed about living day in and day out. He’s moving there when he’s older, he told me. 
 
The most interesting part about it all was that his love for Philadelphia started when he randomly came across a video blog on YouTube, BFvsGF, a vlog of a couple that lives in Philadelphia. They showed some clips of Philadelphia and he was sold; he began to look up more and more about the city, falling in love with the city via YouTube videos and his research. 
 
This was just one of many eye opening conversations from the night. The young boys and well, one girl to be fair, that I had the pleasure of sitting with that night, were wise beyond their years. They were some of the sweetest and most intelligent kids I have ever gotten to know. I made sure to tell the boy to please visit me when he finally makes it over there, although we still may have a few years. I would love to buy him both a Pat’s and a Geno’s steak, and let him make the decision for himself.
 
Who knew a simple question of “Pat’s or Geno’s?” could carry such weight. 

 

Victory Scholar: Emily Leer

Present University: Trinity College Dublin

US League: Big East Conference

Club/Community Partner: Trinity Basketball Women

Alma Mater: Villanova University

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland 


Week 7

Hi everyone,

Recent experiences have convinced me that nothing compares to a smiling 6-year-old soccer player on a Saturday morning to reinvigorate your love and passion for this game. One of the stories I’m most fond of is one of me at an early age, having just recently been selected to my first travel team – I woke up at 5am on a Saturday, pulled my uniform on and went to wake my parents up to

 take me to my first game…kickoff wasn’t for another 8 or 9 hours. 

In any sport, as you get older and rise to higher levels of competition, the novelty and excitement often gradually fade. Don’t get me wrong, you never stop loving the game…but your priorities do seem to inevitably evolve (I purposefully avoid using the word “mature”). In hindsight, it’s somewhat painful – knowing that a playful infatuation for those weekend games, mud-soaked jerseys, Capri Sun, orange slices, and running around like idiots in hotel hallways, was ultimately replaced by the overly focused, job-like pressures that come with higher levels of competition. I’m convinced that my love and passion for the game have never wavered. But that innocence and genuine excitement driving the young boy to wake his parents up at 5am for an afternoon soccer game – it’s been inevitably tainted… smothered, so to speak, by the misplaced pressures and seriousness invoked by the more “mature” version of the game. The version that leaves you awake at night, wondering if you ever will reach a dream of playing professionally. And so, when the opportunity comes around to renew that excitement, and relive that innocence, I can’t help but grab it and try to make it last for as long as possible. 

Case in point…this Saturday, I woke up early (nostalgia already triggered), hopped on the bike (the best 50 euros ever spent), and rode down a back road behind campus, past farms and abandoned buildings to a soccer field out in the middle of nowhere. I was scheduled to help coach a group of 6-7 year olds…players in Limerick FC’s academy system. The session provided an interesting mix of frustration (attention spans seem even shorter over here, somehow), laughter, and that occasional learning opportunity, when you try to teach a hyped up 6 year old how to take a corner kick. It was the 20 minutes following the training, however, which caught my attention. Several of the kids’ parents were late picking them up, so the other coach and I stayed behind to wait. We took turns taking penalties on 6-year old goalkeepers (unfair?) and letting them shoot on us, and for a few moments, I was vicariously back in the late 90s, when the game was nothing but laughter and sheer fun. After spending 5 minutes trying to keep the ball away from two kids who seemingly turn into obsessed little monsters when you won’t let them have it, one of them asks me “Are you a real soccer player? Can you teach us soccer tricks?” I couldn’t help but smile and remember coaches and older players who sparked my interest when I was young. It’s a wonderful blessing to have the opportunity to do the same for these kids this year. 

I think that it’s one of the truly unique and magical aspects of this whole Sport Changes Life experience – the many ways it has acted as a reset button. I’ve been able to gain a clearer picture of what I want out of my academic future. And the game I love has become new again. Injuries have made it very difficult for me to see a streak of consecutive days on the field…I cannot begin to express the frustrations of this in words that are appropriate for a blog…it crushes me to attribute this to getting old. But, having time away from the game has allowed me to access some of the novelty and excitement that characterized it so many years ago. Vicariously or not, I’ve been able to get back some of that innocent passion. Leave it up to a bunch of 6 and 7 year olds to have the biggest influence over me so far in a foreign country. I can’t wait for next Saturday.


U12 season opener

Today was my first under 12 game. Our game was against Malahide. I wasn’t too sure how this game was going to play out to be honest. I was pretty nervous I kept asking myself if I have been preparing the girls with the right fundamentals. I just wanted to make sure that the girls had fun today, win or lose. That’s all I kept telling them, to try their hardest and make sure they had fun. We worked on some drills in practice that we would use as our warm up that ran pretty smoothly. The girls were so cute they were all so excited for the first game. Almost too excited that it was hard for them to sit still. When the game started we scored straight away. Our team, including myself went crazy. We were all so excited for the girl who scored. What I loved most with my team was that when one of our players fell, the other four girls immediately ran over to her to help her up. It’s those little things that make me happy as a coach, cheering for one another and helping a teammate when they are down. We went on to win the game and I will never forget the smile on the girls faces afterwards. Hopefully the girls will continue to have fun and want to learn and love the sport as much as I do!


Week 7

 
Small world! I know everyone usually throws this phrase around whenever they see someone in an unusual setting or when they see someone they know, in a place a long way from home. This occurred last week on my mothers current visit to Galway. My mother and I had just finished our dinner at a restaurant (Ming Garden, which was delicious) and was trying to wave down a cab to take back to her Bed & Breakfast. We finally waved a cab down, but before we could head back to my mothers B&B, we needed to stop at my apartment so I could get a few things. While I ran up to my apartment, my mother just sat in the cab waiting for my return. When I return, my mother and the cab driver were laughing. I had no idea what was going on, I didn’t know if the cab driver just made a funny joke or if he was just trying to hit on my mother (I was hoping for the first option haha). Anyways, as I get back into the cab, my mother tells me to guess who the cab driver was. 

I had no clue. It turns out that they both have the same last name (Isibor) and are both from the same village back in Nigeria, with the high chances that they are somehow related. Small world huh? 

The cab driver was so excited to see a fellow Nigerian with the same last name as him that he offered to take us around Galway and show us some nice sceneries the next day (free of charge). When the next day rolls around, and we were driving through parts of Galway that I have never seen, my mother and the cab driver where just chatting away in their native tongue (about who knows what), and having a great time. I was just sitting in the back taking photos of some of the sites we saw (one of the pictures I took is below). At the end of the personal tour, it was time for my mother and I to say bye to the cab driver. It was kind of sad because I could see how much my mother enjoyed being able to relate to someone in an unfamiliar environment and was also from her native country. Nonetheless, I was happy that my mother was able to meet someone that allowed her to enjoy her stay in Galway. You just never know who you might see and have in common with in any given situation.

I know this weeks blog didn’t involve anything about the camps or coaching sessions I had last week, which I apologize for. But I really just wanted to share this story with everyone because I thought it was something special. Don’t worry, next week I will resume with more experiences related to coaching the kids down here in Galway. Until then, take care!

 

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Bye Bye Belfast

Starting my Ireland journey in Belfast was epic, not just because Ireland is one of the world’s most beautiful countries, but the aspects of coaching and developing friendships with the #SCL members contributed to the incredible week experience. Coaching this week was eye opening, despite the fact that I have coached younger kids in America before. I have probably learned more drills or tricks from the camp sessions in my one week in Ireland than I have gathered during my time as a basketball player. It is not because I don’t know basketball, but as players that have played the sport for so long and so competitively in America we easily forget the number one thing why we played the game in the first place: its supposed to be fun. Learning fun drills and incorporating them in to eHoops and the other camps brought the cutest smiles out of these kids’ faces as well as mine. Working with the young children in Belfast and building joyous relationships with these angels sparked something extremely important in my life as a basketball player that I have not had in a couple years, I was beginning to love the game again.

My coaching experience along with exploring the streets of the city and sharing these incredible moments with the Sport Changes Life family contributed to my week one unforgettable Belfast trip. Witnessing the Peace Wall and its beauty showed me that America is similar to Ireland in more ways than expected. Reading each piece of writing and artwork reminds me that we as people are never in a place to judge and should be able to speak freely about issues that matter. However, hiking Cavehill with the crew reinforced how blessed I am and how immaculate Ireland is looking down on Belfast. Now that the week is coming to an end, some of the scholars will not be able to join us next week in Dublin. Even though it has been only six days, I feel like I have known the Sport Changes Life family for forever and a tad heartbroken that I won’t see some of the scholars for a while.  As for Dublin and the scholars that can come here we come 😉  

 

Victory Scholar: Jazmen Boone

Present University: Waterford IT

US League: CAA

Club/Community Partner: Waterford Wildcats

Alma Mater: The College of William and Mary

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland

 


Week 6

Hey everyone!

Just last Friday I was able to play in my first official game in Ireland with my NUIG Varsity team. We matched up against UCC and it was quite a game, back and forth the entire way until we pulled off late in the 4th quarter. We ended up winning by 17, and I represented with 34pts (or 36, not actually sure) to kick off the season. It is still a few weeks until I can play in a National League game (Nov. 17th) but last Saturday my team (NUIG Mystics) got the win without my help! Nice job ladies! It really is a lot different playing as the only American on the floor, but still just as enjoyable! I am so thankful for the opportunity to play and support my team.

I am really looking forward to meeting up with the rest of the Victory Scholars this week! Next weeks blog will have more coaching stories from the camp and clinics!

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Everything happens for a reason!

This passed Sunday we had an away game at Kestrels BC. This is always a fun team to play because our college teammate Chris plays for them in the National League. After some friendly trash talk leading up to the game, it was finally time to tip off against them. The game was back and forth for the majority of the first half, and we went into the locker room with a slight deficit, nothing we couldn’t overcome.  

The second half began, and we cut into the lead. About two minutes into the third quarter, I went up for a shot, and like every basketball player’s worst nightmare, came down on the defenders foot. I am no stranger to sprained ankles, it has been a constant throughout my basketball career unfortunately, so I know the injury well. Unfortunately I was not able to finish the game, and had to watch our team come up short from the sidelines.  

I was very down on myself for a few days after that, but realized that the only thing I could do was use this as a positive, and try to see the bright side of things. The rehab is very familiar, and I know how to take care of it, to get me back on the court as soon as possible. While I will not make a physical impact on a game for a few weeks, I plan to be there for my teammates emotionally as well as strategically. They will without a doubt hold things down until I get back, and I am looking forward to seeing the strides they make when I am gone. 

Warning: The picture is of my ankle the day after this happened, so view with caution!  


Senior Night Sadness

It hasn’t been an easy past couple of weeks for two of my closest friends, the Coyer twins. Last week, Caroline, who is one of the top players (if not the top) in the Big East, blew her knee out during practice; within 24 hours we found out that her final senior season had abruptly came to an end. It was a tough couple of days for her and all those who care about her; I am not going to lie, I even started crying when I heard the bad news. But after sulking for a couple hours, everyone readjusted their attitudes and realized that the world or her world had not ended, and  that injuries are part of basketball, just another hurdle to overcome; knowing Caroline, she’ll come back better than ever. She has had an amazing career playing at Villanova and has left her mark on our programs history, and more importantly, is one of the best teammates and friends a girl could ask for. 
 
So yeah, I will be crying this Sunday as her and her sister Kath, my other closest friend, have their last home game. With so many memories with them and the whole senior class, it is bittersweet watching their careers come to an end. All of the seniors had a huge part of my 5 years at Nova, and it’s wild to think they are all grown up now. I still remember all of their recruiting trips, when they were just little babies in High school visiting Nova to see if they would want to come here; some funny memories (that probably weren’t all that funny at the time). 
 
I know all of them will be onto bigger and better things, but I will never forget all of the good times and the bad times we had together; I would not change a thing for the world. 
 
Can’t wait to see where the world takes all of them, but I hope it’s never to far! 🙂
 

Victory Scholar: Emily Leer

Present University: Trinity College Dublin

US League Partner: Big 5

Club/Community Partner: Meteors Ladies Basketball

Alma Mater: Villanova University

Sponsored by: Teamwear Ireland


Week 3

Since I began coaching some of these girls, I have found the importance of patience. These girls are not going to understand something the first time I teach it to them, so I constantly have to repeat myself and correct them when they do something wrong. This can get a little frustrating at times, but the final result is very rewarding. 

I am beginning to see great progress in one girl in particular. When I first started working with her, she struggled with her layups. Since she is left handed, she would constantly shoot her right handed layups with her left hand. When I first corrected her and told her to always use her right hand on the right side, she was very hesitant and looked at me like I was crazy! When she began to do as I told her, her lay ups were nowhere close to going in the basket and she kept getting down on herself. But as time went on, and I kept making her practice with her right hand, she finally began to feel more comfortable. The other day at training, when we were doing a layup drill, she went up on the right side with her right hand with confidence and the ball went in the basket! The joy this girl had on her face was priceless. She had a huge smile and started cheering for herself. I was so happy that she finally got it that I forgot how frustrating the process was at times for me to constantly correct her. But seeing her excitement in her achievement definitely made my day! I hope to see similar improvements in some of the other girls as the season progresses!

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TeamWifi

“Everyday is a gift” is a quote I have heard hundred of times growing up. To me, this quote means live each day to the fullest and cherish every moment.  I try to enjoy every moment of everyday, especially now that I get live in Ireland for a year. There are some moments that are easy to enjoy like seeing a child smile when you give him a “high five” after he scores a basket but then there are some moments that are a little bit tougher to enjoy like when your plane gets delayed three times and then the airline decides to cancel the flight which causes you to arrive in Ireland a day later than the other Victory Scholars (Yes, you guessed it, this happened to me).   One thing that I took for granted in the United States was my phone having Wifi. Wifi is an absolutely amazing thing and majority of my time here so far I have not had Wifi. Back home people use wifi for a lot of things such as finding directions, but they can also get addicted to scrolling through Twitter and Instagram and it can cause people to zone out on conversations. Im sure everyone that is reading this can remember a time when they were trying to talk with someone and that person was in a world of there own on his/her phone. Now that I am in Ireland without much access to Wifi, I have to ask people for directions, which has made me more confident in myself by approaching strangers, and I am always in a conversation with someone at meals and on the bus rides. However, when we are in a café or in the Sport Changes Life building, and my phone connects to the beautiful Wifi, I cherish it. Wifi is my chance to find out about how things are going back in the United States. It allows me to get updated with my family and friends, check the latest college and NBA stories, see how the stock market and my “mock” portfolio are doing, and also send an occasional Snapchat or two. A prime example is right now with the Wifi in the Sports Changes Life building, I am able to write this blog; however, we are about to go coach the Belfast Tigers so I will be ending my connection with Wifi very soon. Until next time my friends! #TeamWifi”

 

 

Victory Scholar: Staats Battle

Present University: University of Limerick

US League: ACC

Club/Community Partner: University of Limerick Lions

Alma Mater: North Carolina State University

Sponsored by: Team Ireland

 


Week 4

I have to start off my blog with a special happy birthday shout out to fellow Victory Scholar and roommate Matt Graves! I am especially looking forward to Matt’s bday dinner at the Maguire’s (he choose Irish Stew, much to the disappointment of the Maguire girls) and our teammate Gary is bringing us to the Giant Causeways on Friday as well! As a special birthday gift I will retell how 6’5”, 220 pound Matt lost in a strength battle to a couple of 15 year olds… 

You can tell the Ehoopers are starting to understand what the program is all about by coming together as a group. A great example of this is how they reacted to the newest game we played on Wednesday. Gareth put a gymnastic mat at both foul lines and split the group up evenly with Matt and I on separate teams. The point of the game was to pull, drag, or carry the opposing team onto your mat and once they touched the mat; they were out of the game. My team decided they wanted to take the opp

osing team’s biggest player out first, aka Matt! It was an ambitious task, but through teamwork and strategy, four of the guys were able to grab his legs to the point where he was laying on his back. Three of Matt’s teammates saw this happen and came to his rescue trying to pull him back up, thus both teams were in a tug and war battle with Matt’s body being the rope. All of a sudden everyone on my team rushed to grab Matt’s legs because they wanted to be part of the group that successfully took out the big guy. It was quite amusing to see a huge, college basketball player get dragged across the basketball floor by seven, skinny 15 year-olds and I think everyone involved had a good laugh at the occasion. Even Matt was laughing as he was hopelessly pulled across the floor. 

It was encouraging to see the E-hoopers working together and having fun especially when it is at the expense of a Victory Scholar

 

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A Bump in the Road

Club basketball has been extremely exciting since the start of the season. Unfortunately, I dislocated my shoulder a couple days ago, which has been a bit frustrating. Having dislocated my shoulder twice before (once in high school and once in college), I had gotten surgery two and a half years ago in hopes of preventing this. At this point I will be going to the doctor to determine how long I will be out and hopefully come up with a strengthening program that will get me back playing as soon as possible. Although this situation is much less than ideal, it is a part of sports that all athletes encounter. Just a couple weeks ago, I was talking to my twin sister, Gwen, who is a cross-country runner. She had gotten sick about two weeks before her regional race for college. She was discouraged by the fact that she may not recover in time for the race. And even if she did, she had missed more than a week of training, which had set back her conditioning. I tried to motivate her to stay positive. She could do everything in her power to rest her body now and then prepare herself as much as possible when she was well enough to run again. Sure enough, she recovered from her illness, trained as hard as she could for the remaining week and ran one of her best times at regionals, helping Gettysburg College place 12th out of 51 teams.

After telling her that I had dislocated my shoulder, Gwen was there to motivate me to stay positive and set goals for myself to recover and come back stronger than I was before. Injuries are all part of the learning experience and ultimately make us tougher. It makes athletes dig deep within themselves and challenge themselves to persevere. My family and teammates inspire me to be better and to push myself everyday, regardless of what obstacles fall before me.

I also feel so fortunate to have found family within my Meteors team and organization. Getting injured thousands of miles from home was definitely difficult, but my coaches, teammates, and club members have helped me whenever possible. I feel so lucky to have such a caring support system here in Ireland and value the many friendships I have made after just a few months.

 


Making My Message Stick

Leaders are often faced with challenging responsibilities regarding the management of groups, employees, and teams.  I am the head coach of the Andersontown Tigers 16U team and delivering my coaching message effectively to fifteen boys all whom have different personalities can be a challenge.  I have players with personalities ranging from being reserved to social butterflies.  What has helped me to make my coaching style effective is the time off the court observing my players and seeing who they are and how the interact with each other.  I have found that my players off the court personalities often times transfer to who they are on the court.  I now understand why my college coach spent so much time with my team off the court.  It can be difficult changing your message up when speaking to multiple players at one time so I take mental notes of who may need what outside of the initial deliverance of the message.  My coaching experience thus far has been fun, exciting, and a true learning experience for me.  I have been blessed to have a team of players who have been very receptive and able to pick things up quickly.  This team journey has been filled with nothing but growth from the coaching staff to the players.  #GoTigers “To God Be The Glory”      

  

Present University: Ulster University

US League: East Coast Conference

Club/Community Partner Ulster Elks/ Andersonstown Tigers

Alma Mater: St Thomas Aquinas College

Sponsored By: Teamwear Ireland


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