I don't care if you struggle shooting the ball. If you are having a rough game, there are other ways to affect the outcome.
Learn how to defend without fouling.
Box out on missed FT's. We need to give up less offensive rebounds in general.
Know when to switch on defense.
Don't fall asleep when the opponent is in-bounding the ball with like 5 seconds on the shot clock.
Figure out what you need to do on the press.
Focus on what you do well and contribute.
We take care of fundamentals and play good defense, we win games. Details. For 40 minutes.
I think Tobin is frustrated as well with some of the things you are talking about. He is very honest in his post game pressers. While he admits he needs to be patient, he isn't using that as an excuse. He expects more. Hopefully it will all click sooner than later.
A little poem contribution by ChatGTP to the cadence of 'The Night Before Christmas':
'Twas the eve of the game, a season so dire, Iona's hoop dreams consumed by the fire. The court echoed silence, hopes worn threadbare, In the midst of a struggle, none could compare.
Coach Tobin, with wisdom, a plan to unfold, Held dreams of recruits, of stories untold. The players, disheartened, their spirits quite low, Longed for a turnaround, for victories to grow.
When all of a sudden, a magical sight, A sleigh led by reindeer, cutting through the night. With a jolly St Nick, so lively and quick, Bringing gifts to the court, a remedy to pick.
"Now Justin! Now JoJo! Now Jacob, come play! Bring skills and agility, brighten our day! To the court, to the gym, let victory ring! With your talents and fervor, oh, how we'll swing!"
The recruits descended, like stars from above, Adding zest to the game, injecting new love. With a healthy Oz Shema, blocking with might, The court transformed, a beacon of light.
The freshmen, a force, a blend of old and new, With Tobin's wise guidance, the season they'd strew. The shots were on target, the teamwork sublime, In the blink of an eye, they'd conquered the climb.
Oz Shema stood tall, a defensive wall, Blocking shots left and right, a tower so tall. To the NCAA's, they marched hand in hand, A team revitalized, a a victory band.
So, to Iona's faithful, in joy we confide, In the magic of basketball, where dreams do reside. With recruits and with Tobin, a formidable crew, Merry victories to all, and to all, cheers anew!
A little poem contribution by ChatGTP to the cadence of 'The Night Before Christmas':
'Twas the eve of the game, a season so dire, Iona's hoop dreams consumed by the fire. The court echoed silence, hopes worn threadbare, In the midst of a struggle, none could compare.
Coach Tobin, with wisdom, a plan to unfold, Held dreams of recruits, of stories untold. The players, disheartened, their spirits quite low, Longed for a turnaround, for victories to grow.
When all of a sudden, a magical sight, A sleigh led by reindeer, cutting through the night. With a jolly St Nick, so lively and quick, Bringing gifts to the court, a remedy to pick.
"Now Justin! Now JoJo! Now Jacob, come play! Bring skills and agility, brighten our day! To the court, to the gym, let victory ring! With your talents and fervor, oh, how we'll swing!"
The recruits descended, like stars from above, Adding zest to the game, injecting new love. With a healthy Oz Shema, blocking with might, The court transformed, a beacon of light.
The freshmen, a force, a blend of old and new, With Tobin's wise guidance, the season they'd strew. The shots were on target, the teamwork sublime, In the blink of an eye, they'd conquered the climb.
Oz Shema stood tall, a defensive wall, Blocking shots left and right, a tower so tall. To the NCAA's, they marched hand in hand, A team revitalized, a a victory band.
So, to Iona's faithful, in joy we confide, In the magic of basketball, where dreams do reside. With recruits and with Tobin, a formidable crew, Merry victories to all, and to all, cheers anew!
That's crazy. How long did it take and what info did you provide for that bot to spit that out?
A little poem contribution by ChatGTP to the cadence of 'The Night Before Christmas':
'Twas the eve of the game, a season so dire, Iona's hoop dreams consumed by the fire. The court echoed silence, hopes worn threadbare, In the midst of a struggle, none could compare.
Coach Tobin, with wisdom, a plan to unfold, Held dreams of recruits, of stories untold. The players, disheartened, their spirits quite low, Longed for a turnaround, for victories to grow.
When all of a sudden, a magical sight, A sleigh led by reindeer, cutting through the night. With a jolly St Nick, so lively and quick, Bringing gifts to the court, a remedy to pick.
"Now Justin! Now JoJo! Now Jacob, come play! Bring skills and agility, brighten our day! To the court, to the gym, let victory ring! With your talents and fervor, oh, how we'll swing!"
The recruits descended, like stars from above, Adding zest to the game, injecting new love. With a healthy Oz Shema, blocking with might, The court transformed, a beacon of light.
The freshmen, a force, a blend of old and new, With Tobin's wise guidance, the season they'd strew. The shots were on target, the teamwork sublime, In the blink of an eye, they'd conquered the climb.
Oz Shema stood tall, a defensive wall, Blocking shots left and right, a tower so tall. To the NCAA's, they marched hand in hand, A team revitalized, a a victory band.
So, to Iona's faithful, in joy we confide, In the magic of basketball, where dreams do reside. With recruits and with Tobin, a formidable crew, Merry victories to all, and to all, cheers anew!
That's crazy. How long did it take and what info did you provide for that bot to spit that out?
The INPUT: Please write a short poem to the cadence of the 'the night before christmas' about Iona basketball struggling, and Santa Claus would bring the players and coach Tobin Anderson some great recruits as gifts Justin, JoJo and Jacob who will join our already impressive freshman, and a Healthy Oz Shema to block shots and lead us to victory. This turns around the season and we know we will make it to the NCAA's
