My Dad Taught Me Basketball

My Dad Taught Me Basketball is a blog dedicated to helping parents teach their children the game of basketball The blog includes tips on drills, equipment, and other resources.

My dad taught me the importance of shooting

My dad taught me the importance of shooting. He said that if I wanted to be a good player I needed to practice my shooting. He would always take me to the park to shoot hoops. I would practice for hours, and he would give me pointers.

He taught me that shooting was the most important part of basketball. He said that I needed to focus on my form and practice regularly. He also taught me that shooting was about more than just making baskets. It was about building confidence and developing a good work ethic.

I am grateful to my dad for teaching me the importance of shooting. His advice has helped me become a better player. I continue to practice my shooting, and I have confidence on the court.

My dad taught me how to dribble

My dad taught me how to dribble a basketball when I was five years old. He showed me how to hold the ball, how to bounce it, and how to move my feet. We would spend hours in the driveway practicing. I would always get frustrated when I couldn’t do it perfectly, but my dad would always encourage me. “Good job, son. Keep trying.”

Eventually, I started to improve. My dad would give me high fives and say, “You’re getting better every day.” One day, I finally managed to keep the ball under control for the entire dribbling drill. My dad was so proud of me. He picked me up and swung me around in a Big Bear hug. That was one of the best days of my life.

My dad is no longer with us, but he taught me a valuable lesson: never give up on yourself. Even when you feel like you can’t do something, keep trying. You might surprise yourself with what you can accomplish.

My dad taught me how to pass

My dad taught me how to pass the basketball when I was five years old. He would take me out to the driveway, and we would bounce the ball back and forth between us. As we did, he would give me pointers on how to hold the ball, how to bounce it, and how to aim for my target. By the end of our sessions, I would be covered in sweat, but I would ve learned a valuable lesson. My dad taught me that passing is not about being fancy or showing off; it’s about getting the ball to your teammates so they can score. And that’s a lesson I’ve carried with me throughout my basketball career

My dad taught me how to rebound

My Dad taught me how to rebound, he said “you have to be quick and leaping” so I would practice over and over again. I’ll never forget the first game I played in, I was so nervous. My dad was sitting in the stands cheering me on, and I just felt so proud. When the game was over, we both just had huge smiles on our faces, it was such a great feeling.

My dad taught me how to play defense

My dad taught me how to play defense by making me guard him while he shot baskets in our driveway. He would say, “You have to be quick, but you can’t just lunge at the ball. You have to wait for the right moment, and then you have to be strong enough to take it away from me.” It was frustrating, because I could never seem to steal the ball from him, but I kept practicing because I knew that one day I would be able to.

Now, whenever I’m playing basketball with my friends, I always make sure to play defense first. And even though I still can’t take the ball away from my dad, I’m a lot better at it than I used to be.

My dad taught me how to run

My dad was a big guy. When he was 20 years old, he was 6’2″ and 195 pounds. He played basketball in High School and was good enough to be offered a scholarship to attend college on a full ride. But he turned it down. “I’m not going to play basketball ” he told the coach. “I’m going to play baseball ” And that’s what he did.

My dad taught me how to jump

My dad taught me how to jump

He said, “Son, you’ve got to jump”

If you want to play this game

You’ve got to learn how to fly

I was just a little boy

But I knew that I wanted to try

So I took a running start

And I jumped into his arms

From that day on I was hooked

And I knew that I wanted to play ball

My dad taught me how to play offense

My dad was my first basketball coach He taught me how to play offense, and I will always be grateful to him for that. I learned a lot from him about the game of basketball and I continue to use those lessons today.

My dad taught me how to shoot free throws

My dad was always my biggest fan when it came to basketball. He would come to every one of my games and cheer me on, no matter what. He was also the one who taught me how to shoot Free throws

I remember being in the driveway with him, practicing over and over again. He would give me tips on how to hold the ball and how to aim. I must have shot a thousand Free throws that summer.

Thanks to my dad, I developed a pretty good free throw shooting percentage. I’m not saying I was anywhere near Shaquille O’Neal’s level, but I could definitely hold my own against my friends.

Every time I step up to the Free Throw Line now, I think of my dad and all of the time we spent practicing together. I know that he’s still cheering me on, even though he’s not here in person.

My dad taught me how to have fun

My dad taught me basketball when I was a kid, and he always stressed the importance of having fun. He would always say, “Remember, it’s just a game. Don’t take it too seriously.” I think that’s good advice for life in general.