Draft Colin Sexton

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Where will young bull begin his NBA career this Thursday?


Colin Sexton has left a huge mark on Alabama basketball. He led the crimson tide to it's first NCAA tournament appearance since 2012. He was the SEC freshman of the year, second team all-conference an honorable mention for the All American team. Now, Sexton wishes to continue his basketball career in the NBA.

Although he is likely not to be picked within the top three, these are the teams where he fits best.

Orlando Magic at #6


After trading Elfrid Payton at the deadline this past season the Magic are looking for a new floor general. Sexton would add to an already promising young core along with Aaron Gordon and Jonathan Isaac. He would also add as a nice compliment to his other back court mate Evan Fournier. Fournier is much more perimeter oriented player and Sexton will be able to compensate for the lack of inside scoring from their guards.

Chicago Bulls at #7


At this point the Bulls just need as much guard help as they can get. After striking out on Denzel Valentine and Zach Lavine possibly leaving in free agency Chicago seems to be in a bit of trouble. Kris Dunn being ranked as the worst starting point guard in the entire NBA last year also doesn't help. The Bulls literally can't get worse than that at the guard spot and Sexton can be the first step to getting back to the glory days.

Cleveland Cavaliers at #8


LeBron James is thinking about leaving again with the main reasons being the lack of talent and work load. Sexton would probably be the only player on the board at this point who may be able to have James give the Cavs another look. He carried the offensive load nearly the entire season for the Crimson Tide, so he may be able to fill the void that Kyrie Irving left when he was traded. It might be unlikely that a 20-year-old would be able to keep James home, but even if he leaves, the Cavaliers are left with the new face of their franchise.

Charlotte Hornets at #11


The Hornets already flirted with a complete roster over turn when they put their best player, Kemba Walker on the trade block last season. Even though they weren't able to move Walker it doesn't mean that Charlotte isn't ready to move on. Walker is 28 years old and will be a free agent after this season. So why not draft his inevitable replacement in Sexton who already draws comparisons to Walker. Both are explosive and have high motors on both ends of the court. In time Sexton could prove to maybe be an upgrade over Walker.

Los Angeles Clippers at #12 or #13


The Clippers have the luxury of having back to back picks in the draft. And if Sexton is still around at pick 12 or 13 that would be the steal of the draft. LA is in dire need of a new point guard after trading away Chris Paul last offseason, and there would be no better way to replace him with one of the best in the draft class. Along with these draft picks the Clippers will also have a ton of cap space to sign free agents. With luck, this could be the beginning of a quick rebuild for the second LA basketball team.

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11 Things Fastpitch Softball Players Know To Be True

You'll never remember your Facebook password, but you'll remember softball cheers for the rest of your life.

There comes a time in every little girl's life when she must come to terms with the fact that she will never play Major League Baseball. So, she turns to softball. From tee-ball to coach-pitch to travel ball, to playing on your school team, softball has played a crucial role in your life. It taught you the value of teamwork, the importance of sunscreen, and introduced you to your best friends. For former and current fastpitch players alike, these truths are universal.

1. The rays of a thousand suns couldn't even out your tan lines.

Tan arms and a V-neck tan line is the unofficial uniform of the softball player. Years after you stop playing softball, at 2 p.m. on the second Monday of every month when the sun is shining through your bathroom window at a 90-degree angle, you'll swear you can still see the slightest hint of a racerback tan line between your shoulders. Good luck finding a flattering sundress!

2. Pitchers are a different breed of human.

It's a tale as old as time: You saw that the pitchers got to skip all of the intense drills at practice so they can go off to the side with the catcher to chat and have a catch for an hour and you said, "I gotta get in on that." So, your dad paid for your pitching lessons, you mimicked Jennie Finch as best as you could, and three years later, you're contemplating changing your name just to forget about that time you spent as a pitcher. Successful pitchers must have no other interests, future career goals, or a family who loves them because pitching just destroys everything you believe in. If you do survive being a pitcher, congratulations, because you are now fully equipped with nerves of steel that will allow you to conquer the worst that life has to throw at you.

3. An 8 a.m. game on Sunday means you had a really bad Saturday.

Where is the most tranquil and somber place that people often go to on Sunday mornings to reflect on their wrongdoings? No, not church. It's the softball field. When you have to be at the field before the sun, you start thinking irrationally, like "Maybe if I used the Demarini instead of the Stealth in the third inning of the second game yesterday we would've only lost by six runs instead of seven which would have put us in the winner's bracket!" Have fun running a lap for every error you made the day before.

4. If the other team is wearing shorts, you know you're going to win.

There's just so much leg! Shorts and softball go together like ketchup and strawberry jelly, as in, that's what your knees are going to look like if you even attempt to slide wearing a pair of shorts. Don't even get me started on the tan line from mid thigh to mid shin. You know the one. This is the big leagues, ladies, put on some pants.

5. If you aren't dirty after a game, you didn't play hard enough.

If you don't come home from a tournament, look in the mirror, and go, "Wow I got a good tan today!" only to take a shower and find out that it was all just dirt, then you probably missed that slide sign from the third base coach when you were rounding second.

6. Cheers are a necessary evil.

Cheering in softball is like having a dead-end job that you hate; it's unfulfilling, robs you of your dignity, and tires you out, but you have to do it anyway. You'll never remember your Facebook password, your parents' anniversary, or that you left your laundry in the washer, but you'll remember softball cheers for the rest of your life. Unless, of course, you fall into the water and bump your little head like that damn froggy.

7. Pre-wrap is a hot commodity in the dugout.

"I'll trade you a bag of Ranch sunflower seeds for your light blue pre wrap."

"No way, I had to get my mom to drive me to three different Sports Authority's last night just to find this color!"

8. You may get along with other teams between games, but they are not your friends on the field.

It's perfectly normal to meet another player in line for the bathroom at a tournament, compliment her on her cheetah print hair ribbon, and then trash talk her on the field half an hour later. You can make it up to her by giving her a high five and a poignant smile in the handshake line after the game.

9. If you get hit by a pitch and there aren't lace marks in your skin, it's really just a waste of time.

You love being able to showcase your bruises at school on Monday when all of your non-softball friends ask, "Does it hurt to get hit with a fastball?" and you can coolly and calmly answer, "Nah." Bruises up your street cred, and lace marks are just bonus points. So, when you don't have any stitching embedded in your skin, you wish you could just have the chance to bat. Take your base.

10. When the bat meets the ball juuuuuust right, it is the most powerful feeling in the world.

Your dad was right when he told you to keep your head down when you swing. You always thought that the "sweet spot" of the bat was just a myth until you hit your first home run. The rush of adrenaline will make you feel so powerful that you'll try to see if you can pick up a car in the parking lot with your bare hands after the game, but you still can't.

11. You will always consider your team to be your best friends.

After spending every weekend together, you and your team create a bond so close that it borders on uncomfortable. You may take out your frustrations on each other from time to time like when someone steps on the freshly chalked line before the game, or when you all fight over the ball with the best, most prominent laces for your warm up toss. But at the end of the day, your team will always be the biggest bunch of weirdos you know, and that is irreplaceable.

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It Just Takes One Bad Coach To Kill Your Passion For The Game

The thing I loved turned into my worst enemy.


Sports have been a part of my life since I can remember. I played soccer from the age of four to 14, and basketball from age 9 to my senior year of high school. Sports gave me joy and brought me some of my closest friends. They taught me important life lessons and helped me be who I am today. I loved basketball so much that I stopped playing soccer the summer going into high school. I was all in for basketball and was determined to be great at it. But senior year of high school that all changed.

I was pulled up to the varsity team my junior year. I was so excited that I proved to myself and my coach that I was worthy to hold a spot on the team. I was told when I got pulled up that I wouldn't play that much and was okay with that. That was probably the biggest mistake I made. I figured that I'd get a few minutes each game and get some decent play time. I was wrong. I did not play but maybe 10 minutes that season. I was discouraged but was determined that senior year was going to be the year I made a statement.

Senior year came around and it was time for basketball season. All summer I worked on my game so that I could go in and get a spot on the court. I was so pumped, but the first game came and I did not play. We played a horrible team and were killing them, but I did not step on that court once. I was mad but then told myself I just had to work harder the following week during practice. That next week came and I made sure I pushed myself. Next game came around, didn't play again. The cycle happened for about the next month. My coach would tell me that I would get my time and I believed her.

District play was about to happen and I figured I'd get some good play time, but all I ended up with was disappointment. It got to the point where I stopped going to my basketball trainer, I dreaded practice and I dreaded having to sit on that bench every Tuesday and Friday night. What made it more frustrating was that I showed up and showed out every summer. I went to every camp that was recommended we go to and showed up to every open gym. There was a moment where I thought about quitting, and my parents fully supported the decision, but I decided to stay to show my coach why I deserved to play. But no matter how hard I tried, my love for playing faded away.

Sports were my escape for whatever was going on in my life, and now I didn't have that anymore. My coach made me hate the sport I once loved. I literally counted down the days until the season ended that's how much I hated it. I couldn't stand going to practice or games. I would just complain about it. Every night I'd come home and just whine and say how much I couldn't wait for the season to be over. I got so numb that I didn't even get upset or cry like everyone else did when we lost our last game. Did not shed one single tear because I was so relieved that it was all over. Isn't that sad? The game I loved ended up turning into an enemy for me.

Coaches ruin sports for kids all the time, and I'm so disappointed that it happened to me.

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