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Review=Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors Story is a movie starring Kenny Sailors, Stephen Curry, and Kevin Durant. Jump Shot uncovers the inspiring true story of Kenny Sailors, the proclaimed developer of the modern day jump shot in basketball Jacob Hamilton USA genre=Sport. James Naismith is a Canadian,and he invented it at Massachussets. I don't mean to be a hater but, basketball is a Canadian sport. Jump shot 3a the kenny sailors story explained.

Everyone said you died. Then I see you here, Im glad youre alive Kenny. I lost 298 lbs after seeing your water fasting videos.

Level 1 Original Poster 1 point · 4 years ago I'm not really into the God thing, but you can't deny this man found something positive to center his life around. You have to respect that. level 1 1 point · 4 years ago Makes me wish I was religious. Even if nothing happens after death religion seemed to fulfill him more than a sport's career at the highest level and fighting in WW2. Can't imagine what I'll have in my life that competes with that.

Okay everybody saying it was Canadian, it was James Naismith who was from Canada who became American and invented the sport in Kansas.

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Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors story. Great job keeping up the fight, brother! I'm right there with you! Sending hugs! 🤗😘💜. Great man. A true role model to the students and athletes who have had the honor to meet him. I know my student-athletes enjoyed meeting him last year. Lucky me. I love Basketball and the Jump Shot, I've lost Love, and after finding God, I'm a Born Again. type too! For me this is a Treasure; thanks for Posting. 1 Posted by 4 years ago Archived Video 3 comments 67% Upvoted This thread is archived New comments cannot be posted and votes cannot be cast Sort by level 1 Original Poster 1 point · 4 years ago I'm not really into the God thing, but you can't deny this man found something positive to center his life around. You have to respect that. level 2 2 points · 4 years ago You didn't link the video homie Continue this thread.

The opening quote is ecclesiastes 1. 9-11

Hes Canadian but whatever I guess. Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors story 2. Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors story 4. Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors storytelling.

He was my coach when I was in 8th grade, Glennallen, Alaska, WOW

Jump shot 3a the kenny sailors story of b. Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors story 7. It was intended in Canada. Nope it was created in canada. Fun fact it was invited in Canada. I have been on this journey since March 16th of last year. Damn straight I'm committed! Hope you are too because I am so inspired by you. YouTube. Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors story 8.

Jump shot 3a the kenny sailors story karaoke. Jump shot 3a the kenny sailors story of seasons. Jump shot 3a the kenny sailors story tiktok. Jump shot the kenny sailors story. One thing that has stood the test the time is God. He has satisfied me in a way that all the fame and success could never do. #faith I love that quote. This whole video should be transcribed. What a wise man. James Naismith was the first coach of KU basketball. Intro: WW2 was the deadliest war in all of history... It grew out of ancient and unordinary feelings. Anger, vigilance, the lust for power, and the thirst for revenge of the victors of WW1, but it ended because of courage, perseverance, selflessness, and the hunger for freedom, in which all of it was linked with unimaginable chaos and brutality, in order to change the course of human events and history. WW2 showed the best and the worst of humankind in a generation. In the slaughter that coveted the world, over 70 million people died, so many and in so many different places that the real number of casualties will never be determined. However, half of those that perished, in the killings that engulfed the world, were civilians. Innocent men, women, and children were obliterated by the horrors of war. More than 85 million men and women served in uniform, but without the sacrifice of those men and women in uniform, the wars outcome would've been completely different. The following stories are from those that were in service during WW2, and how that cataclysmic event changed their lives My name is Charles Vellema. I was born and raised in Brandon, Wisconsin, and my parents are Pete and Tina Vellema. I have two younger sisters Ellis and Florence. I went to Westbrick School, in the town of Springvale. Then I went to Willowcreek, in the town of Waupun. I graduated from eighth grade and then worked on the farm I lived in. ‘Till I was about eighteen worked with my dad. And then, I think I went to the shoe factory, Ideal Shoe Factory in Waupun. Worked for board at home and worked in the shoe factory from 8:00 (a. m. ) till 4:00 (p. ), whatever…, 13 cents an hour. No, $13 a week was paid. I soon had to register for the draft, in ‘38 I guess it was, and then I was drafted on July 29th. There were three, four boys from Waupun that went from Waupun to Milwaukee. Their names are Glen Towne and Ben Loomans and Ken Kohlman. I went by bus to Milwaukee and there we were examined and had to pass a physical. Kenny Kohlman, who was probably the one that wanted to go in the service the most, he didn’t pass the physical, so he went back home to Waupun and the rest of us went. I was drafted from 1941 to 1945. I was in the Infantry, so I went to infantry training. I think, maybe, Ben Loomans became a policeman when he came home because I think he was in the military police during service. As for Glen Towne he must have been a truck driver, because he was a truck driver back in civilian life. I had basic training in Fort Bragg, North Carolina. I remember hearing about Pearl Harbor when I was in the barracks. It was on Sunday about 4 o’clock in the afternoon, North Carolina time. We had an old radio. The barracks were new, but they were built like a barn. They had like a beam that ran from end to end about six, eight inches wide, and we had an old radio. The plastic cover was all off of it, so we just had the tubes. Mostly everybody was gone on Sunday. I remember being in there, and then news came over that Pearl Harbor had been attacked, so that kind of changed the picture because the next morning all these older men, about thirty-four years older and up that were in service, they had their bags all packed, and they were going to go home Monday morning, so when they were released for home, that was quite a commotion. I guess eventually they didn’t leave, but I don’t know, they were released after maybe a year or so. After Pearl Harbor we stayed at Fort Bragg and kept training in Fort Bragg. By that time we were put in divisions, Regular Army divisions, and Fort Bragg was the 9th Infantry Division. That’s where I was in, the 47th Infantry Regiment, I guess they called it. Then the 9th Division was the whole thing and included all the rifle and artillery and tank platoons. We had lots of training because first we thought we’re gonna be in half-tracks. This was before Pearl Harbor. Then they switched us from that to Landing craft. So we had the big rope ladders on the fifty-foot board wall. We had to climb up and down that ‘till you could do it pretty good; up and down, up and down. ‘Cause that is the same thing that we had when we got off the ship. So we did lots of training. We went through Virginia, the beaches off Virginia, in what is the Chesapeake Bay. Soon after I went to Camp Grant, Illinois. From there I went to Camp Wheeler in Macon, Georgia. This was in the end of July so you can imagine the temperature in Macon, Georgia, at that time. I think we all lost a few pounds in a hurry. We sweat day and night. There we had a lot of close order drill and we finally got to use the rifles and all that. For weapons training we had the ‘03 first bolt action Springfield, like they used in World War I, but we would later receive the. 45, and the M-1 Garand. We were mostly a rifle platoon, for we had three rifle platoons in the company total, and then the last company had a larger platoon, so they had a few machine guns,. 50 caliber machine guns to be exact and they also had some mortars. In a rifle platoon we just had rifles and revolvers. That’s when the Garand came out, in which I think it is the most amazing rifle ever designed by man. We had lots and lots of target practice. All day long we had a box of ammunition, so you could just shoot all day long at targets. We really learned how to use a rifle. On November of ‘42, we landed in North Africa. It took us twenty-one days and what they did, with the whole army, was give them all the equipment that we needed—all the supplies that we needed, for I don’t know how many days, all the ammunition, all the food was on, I think it was some two hundred ships, that was in this flotilla. And this was right in the thick of the German Submarine Warfare that was going on. And we could go all day long, for we’d be going until the sun would set; get up the next morning, then all day long we’d go with the sun behind us. They just did that, they said we zigzagged for twenty-one days so the enemy never was sure where we were gonna end up. Every now and then they had to shut everything off because they had detected the submarine in amongst us. And it must really have been something to see all that many ships, all sizes. We had little ships there smaller than a destroyer, and what they call a smaller one? They’d go zigzagging through there, and then everything would stop and they would drop depth charges. Then we would take off again. Now this was in North Africa. Most people don’t know there was a battle of North Africa. Where we landed, I think, must be that Hitler wanted control of the Mediterranean Sea, and our particular landing was in Safi, French Morocco. That’s on the Atlantic side. There was two other companies and us landed in French Morocco, in Safi. The rest of them went through to Algiers and Casablanca, landed all along the coastline. There was that French Foreign Legion, because France was under German rule at that time, so our enemy was the French Foreign Legion, partly for they were there then. Then there was the Italians. And we were really fortunate; the Germans had just had maneuvers in that area and they left about a day or so before we got there. And when we landed…, I don’t know, I couldn’t tell you how we were still on the boats going over, for German subs were still circling the seas. We got off from our troopships by throwing the ropes over the side. And then we climbed down. Some of us had ground swell. I don’t know if most of you ever saw ground swell, if you were in the Navy then you saw it. They would be like forty feet high, and our ship would go up on there, and the destroyer, we loaded onto destroyers. The little thing, the destroyer, would be down here, we were up there, and when the two would get together then Navy sailors would grab a hold of us and pulled us onto the destroyer. And then we would go back up and down. But we didn’t lose a man. There was two destroyers, L Company on one, and then there was K Company on the other. I was with L Company in the 9th Infantry Division. It was the day when we loaded up supplies onto the beach when early in the morning or at night, it was dark, our battleships opened fire. I think we had red or green. Anyway, there was red shells going one way and the green shells were going the other way, and we were underneath the ground in fox-holes because from shore they were firing out at the enemy battleships one way, and they were firing towards the enemy inland fortifications the other way, so we had to go underneath. At Safi we had a big breakwater and big long piers because at the piers, ships loaded and unloaded. And we went out because they must have had, gates or submarine nets or whatever. After that we got our concealed orders. Our mission was to protect the power plant. And it was kind of dark when we got there. And I don’t know how many men I had with me, but that was our mission, so we couldn’t let the enemy destroy the power. When we was scouting out the area around neighboring towns there was a tent, and there must have been eight or ten Arabs in that tent. Well, they didn’t know us and we didn’t know them. All we had on, for identification, was a U. S. flag sewed onto our clothes, so they knew what that was for. I didn’t know whether to shoot ‘em or what to do with them. We just sort of went in there, and they mumbled and we mumbled; we just kept them from doing any harm. Then we got them all outside, but the other guys were all fighting, we could hear their rifles, but we didn’t have to fire a shot. Then there were some fighting further away we could hear them firing there rifles. They was where the French Foreign Legion was. But I later learned what happened; the officers of the French Foreign Legion knew that there was going to be a landing, and they had a big party the night before so most of the soldiers were so drunk they didn’t know what was going on that morning. And then, after we landed, we had to have trenches, and foxholes like I told you. The French had trenches already there too. But then the Arabs used that as their own or for a resting area or whatever you wanna call it. So the next morning before that, the U. commanders said if you hear an airplane it is not ours because we don’t have any, not at that particular time. So the next morning, sure enough, here we heard an airplane. We all dove in our foxholes, and the commanders just laughed, “Yeah, what a mess! ” But then they dropped bombs and there was steel sheds, in which men were hiding in, a ways from where we were and the plane went right over us. I could see the plane just as clear as could be. It was an Italian. It was real low. You could see the…, just the bottom of it just as nice. And they dropped the bombs, and my best buddy was killed. He was further back. He was our first sergeant from Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, which is approximately eighteen miles northeast of Waupun. He kind of watched over me before we ever got over there. But then he was killed that day. The shell fragment hit him, and the bombs went off pretty close to us, but close enough that all the shell fragments flew away. But that is what they said, “If you hear an airplane, that is not us. ” So that was our first experience in seeing any action. And after that we stayed there maybe a month because when we started walking, in December, we only had one truck, and the kitchen was loaded in the truck. They had a general of our 47th Infantry, and he said, “Instead of hauling all of your asses, you walk from now until March. You’ll be hardened in and you’ll be ready for action. ” So that is what we did. And we couldn’t walk across Spanish Morocco because they were neutral, so he loaded us in trucks to get us through there. They wouldn’t allow us to walk across Spanish Morocco. And then while we were walking we heard news about the bazooka and how it came out, so they said they needed six sergeants. They picked up from the regiment, and I happened to be one of the lucky ones. So they loaded six of us with a ton of rocket ammunition and a rocket launcher iin a DC-3 Plane. The 1st Army Division (The Big Red One) that had been fighting against Rommel who was a German and a pretty famous general, fought all the way in Africa against the British and he was coming. So they loaded us up and that was the 1st Army Division that was fighting Rommel at the time, and they nearly got wiped out completely because they had the old tanks that had the turret on the side that was stationary, and the Germans just wiped them out completely. And then that’s where we went up there with this bazooka that you had to get in about a one hundred and fifty feet of the tank to knock it out. And all you could do was, you had to be sure to shoot ‘em on this flat side of the tank between the tracks, on the top and the bottom of the track, and get it right in through there for the bazooka rocket would go through there. So we got up there and we had to demonstrate how to use the bazooka. They flew us and we stayed overnight. Landed one night on somewhere in the desert. We were right in the desert. And the next day they landed a little closer, but they never shut the engines off on the plane. We got out and as quick as we could get to the ground the plane was gone. And then there we were with no other transportation, except… I don’t know, right at that time I didn’t know how we did get from there to… I supposed the 1st Army Division had transportation for us. We loaded our rocket ammunition up and when we were flying on the DC-3’s we flew through the mountains and valleys between the mountains because they had fighter planes around then, and it was so crooked that a fighter plane couldn’t fly straight through there, so we flew below the mountain peaks with the DC-3. One time there was such a change in the air pressure that the plane dropped. It dropped faster than the cargo in the plane and there was quite a crash when the ton of ammunition boxes hit the bottom of the plane. And we thought the thing would go right down through. Then that night when we landed the Arabs were there to help you and sell you something. They told us we weren’t that far from a little town where the fighting was. Now, their word for eggs was erfs, and we got to know that. So we followed them and walked to that town in the dark and then back to the planes in the morning, and had some erfs and wine. And the next morning we took off and went up to the front lines. Then after we got done up there, instructing the use of bazookas, we got back to our unit, and the transportation officer said, “You got to get on this train. It’s an old forty and eight. ” It means eight mules and forty men can ride in this little box car. Forty and eight. You see that, I think, when you have the American Transportation Legion doing things, there’s forty and eight signs posted in all around the site and faster travel to different camps. Directors and officers assist us, like the one I was chatting to who told me, “You stay in this car and eventually it will get you back to your unit. ” We didn’t have much food. A few K-rations or whatever, and straw in the bottom of a cantine. I don’t know what we used for a restroom because it was just a railcar, unless they had one corner or something like that. We got out of that town, and I don’t know how many days it took us on the train. And it was cold, too. It was in December, and no heat. This was in the winter of ‘42, from December until March. So first I flew up to the front lines and then back on the rail car, and then I walked over the same territory again to get back to the front lines. But then things got interesting ‘cause Christmas was approaching, and we had been up there and we was coming back by train, and we got in Algiers and I was all by myself, because there was only six of us and when each one of us was in this box car then, of course we were all together, but when I got to Algiers I wondered where I could go, so I wandered around by myself, and I found a Red Cross sign, that directed me to a big, tall, two or three story Red Cross building or whatever. I visited there a lot and met a red cross women and a few of my fellow wounded servicemates. However, on Christmas day, I went there and that was a big, tall, two or three story building, and there was the Red Cross woman and she told me that I could spend the night there, so that’s what I did, slept on the marble floor. That was Christmas, Christmas night. The next day I went back and found the train and then got it and went back. Afterwards we hooked up with the outfit. That was quite an experience before we ever got to fighting. Then, in March, we joined the British Army; then we had British rations to live on. So that’s when my division joined the fighting in North Africa. We were under Bradley, General Bradley. In Alexandria, Egypt. But there was, fighting was just as bad there as any other place. We lost lots of men. That’s where I got the Bronze Star. We lost one whole battalion to the Germans, must have been just like a mountain pass, and then to let them walk into there; and that’s the last they ever saw of that bunch of men. It was Kasserine; it was right in that area. That scuffle took up until Mother’s Day of a ‘43, yeah, we got out of Tunisia, and loaded onto the boats and went to Sicily. Anyways at Tunisia, Bizerte, there were a lot of soldiers that didn’t want to give up, I suppose they were German soldiers, and they just walked out into the ocean there off the beach, and our airplanes were just strafing them back and forth. There was thousands of soldiers at Tunisia, Bizerte, so that was what they did after we had captured Tunisia. They walked right in and it was awful; the slaughter. The Germans didn’t want to give up, but the Italians, they gave up by the thousands. Then we went from there to Palermo, Sicily, and that night at Palermo we got bombed all night long. I don’t know how they missed our boat. There was ships burning. Then they had little, I can’t think of the name of them little ships that laid smoke screens. They tried to keep the fire from showing from up above. We survived that one. Then we landed at the coast, so we got off of the devil and pushed up there, and that was the strategy for fighting in Sicily. Then we had Berlin Betty, she was the propaganda gal from Germany. She knew every move that we made. She’d come over the radio. She’d tell us where we were and where we were going. She’d say, “Don’t think you’re going to win. You’re getting paid in Pounds just to land troops in England. ” You see, she knew we were going to England. After we took Sicily, we were waiting right on the airport in case they were needed in Italy. We were right there and everything was ready in an instant. We could get on a plane and fly into Italy. When everything ended there, we were all sent into England. Then we knew what the next thing was. If you all were wondering, I wasn’t involved in D-Day, I had mumps about a month or so before that so I was in the hospital. So that saved me. Our unit was in D-Day though, and most of them had trouble coping with what had happened that day, for they lost a lot that day. Because we had experience in landings before, for had been in Sicily and other places, we were in the back-up or the reserve forces, so we were not in the initial landing. Then, they took released me out of the hospital and the commanders put our reserve force in tents out in the country. Eventually we reentered the fighting there was lots of reception centers, or whatever you call it, and we would go there and then they would fly us over to France, to St. Lo, which was a town our unit had just taken, and now they had gone up to Cherbourg, France and then they were on the way back to St. Lo. so the plane landed near St. Lo and I got off there. Then I got back to my unit. But that day they were flying the planes, our planes, and they were bombing the Germans. They didn’t have the means we do today, but they’d put markers out so the airplanes would fly in and drop smoke bombs where the markers were placed, which was where the bombers should drop the bombs. Well, that day we had a good strong wind coming inland, and where they landed me the smoke was going over us and went all the way back to our supply regiment. And they were, our own planes, bombing our own men and even getting our headquarters. So I had trouble getting over horrifying that situation. After I hooked up with my unit in St. Lo, I got to be in charge of my platoon. It only had a few soldiers left, so I requested for some new ones. My request was granted, so the new boys went all the way to St. Lo from Normandy, and I led my unit up to Cherbourg and back down to St. And that’s where I met up with our regular 9th Infantry Division, and the 47th, my own company and my own soldiers that were under me. A few of them had been killed up in Cherbourg, but there were some more on the way. That’s where I got under General George S. Patton. There we loaded on tanks, we road on the outside of tanks, and he just said, “With your blood and my guts, we can do anything. ” So we did, we went through France. They said we had more German soldiers behind us than we had in front of us. We just cut a swath right through there. He was a good leader, he was some fighter. They said at one time, probably all of you heard it too, that he stopped the ambulances and said his tanks had to go through. Whether that was true or not, I don’t know. I imagine it was, ‘cause the ambulances were in his way so he told them to get out of his way and let his tanks through. So then in July when we got to the Meuse River. Afterwards we went through France and Belgium, and that was an awful thing to see ‘cause when we’d go through these towns they had an American flag and a German flag, so when the Germans were in town or went through town they’re all waving the German flags, then if the Americans come through they were all out waving the American flags. We had lots of skirmishes there, with bombings or shelling. Then we got from France to Belgium and to the Meuse River separating Belgium from Germany. And we crossed the Meuse River, and that’s when I got hit. Big shells from the Siegfried Line could reach us then, so that’s when the thought of my life ending really hit me, and I thought that it was the end of it for me, but I was tended to as we crossed the river in that boat, and then we landed to some higher ground, and there was some trees. Whether the shells hit the trees or they were trapped with time bombs set to go off or what. We had just did something we were told which was to never bunch up, so there was four or five of us. We got a trench or foxhole dug so we could sit and put our feet down. I think there were four or five of us. Anyway, they were all killed except me. The Germans pounded our position with shells, and my best buddy died there. So after that my whole left side was all full of shrapnel, and there’s still some tiny pieces of shrapnel in there to this day. I consider it a little lucky that the shrapnel didn’t hit any vital organs, as the medics told me. I spotted some more that were injured but they could walk. Then the officer said to me, “Can you remember where we crossed the river? ” I responded yes, and he ordered me to take these two wounded men with me and to see if I can find where I crossed, and if I managed to do so then I’d find a First Aid station and the medics there would get us back to the field hospital. I was pretty good that way about remembering, I could always remember directions and where to go. I don’t remember how we got back to the river and just how we got back across. There must have been a boat there because I remember waking up on a boat, and the two guys I got back with, I had one guy on each arm during the hike back to the river, were older fellas, and when we got back to the First Aid station, or maybe they called it the army hospital, they put me on a stretcher because I had an ankle that was injured and shrapnel in my body. In the field hospital they started operating on taking all the shrapnel out of m body. Then I was on a stretcher, and I heard that I had helped the other guys all the way back to the river where I passed out due to loss of blood, and they put me on a stretcher, and moved me into the boat, and the two took me to the hospital where I stayed there for two or three weeks, I guess. Another interesting thing was when we left the field hospital, we had to go to England. When we got to Fabroche Hospital outside of Paris, France, there was hundreds of ambulances on this airport waiting. They were all in different lines, and we saw that ambulances on one side of us were moving and then we saw them moving on the other side. We didn’t have a driver in ours so we were just sitting there. And after a while somebody opens up the back of the ambulance and says, “ Sprechen sie Deutsch? ”. Here we were inside of this damn ambulance, in which the dumb driver had left us in the row for the Germans. Now we didn’t have any clothing on besides an army blanket around our waists, and we didn’t have any identification of any kind, but somehow we got back to England. I recuperated in England in July. Afterwards, we trained troops which were mainly recruits from the States, and England. Now in December of ‘44, the winter after D-Day, we were still training troops, but this was right at that time the Battle of the Bulge was going on. After we trained the troops in our unit, they were sent to France to help stop the German counter-attack. They fought all the way through to the end of the war. Well, all the way through Germany. It seemed that if the officers needed something done the first chance they have to get it, that’s what our unit we training was meant to do, be the first responders to the officer’s call. Eventually I entered the 1st Division from Texas, they were the number one division, and we were in reserve for them. So they were better than my original 9th Division ‘cause they were number one. The Red Arrow, or The Big Red One. Our symbol or emblem or whatever had an emerald green circle with a red ‘1’ insignia on the circle, and the red ‘1’ was outlined with white. That’s what made us the Big Red One. Oh, I forgot to mention, that’s where all our officers came from to train us when we was in Wisconsin in the States. Yes, the officers that trained us were from the Big Red One in Texas. Anyways after I entered the reserves of the Big Red One, that’s when things must have been winding down or something. The last group, that was something else, for they brought two hundred GI’s that had been locked up in prison for just minor things, but they were all prisoners, yah know. They brought those two hundred in one group and put them, and they stayed in their barracks, for they didn’t stay with us in our barracks, they were in their own. And they had some good old times out there. But they minded pretty good. And we trained them, and they were good soldiers. And when they were all done, the first lieutenant says, “Now you can all take a furlough, ” and give them passes to London. And we thought, “Well, that will be the last we’ll ever see of them. ” I think all but one or two of ‘em actually did go and came back. So from there and then we came back to one reception center after another and then came home. Flew home. We were the last plane to come home because they divided us up into planeloads. From Birmingham, England, then we went to Scotland, and Scotland was where the planes left for the States. And they had Quonset huts in Scotland. And each Quonset had just a planeload of soldiers or any troops that were ready to go home. We flew back. The nurses and officers, if they had a rank over us, could bump us. And then they could go and, of course, everyone gradually got bumped and then got put in a different plane. So eventually there were only thirteen of us left. And we’d been there for a few weeks. However, a few days later we leave on a big four engine plane. We would just jump from Scotland to, Iceland or Greenland because we stopped at each one when we needed fuel. But there was only thirteen on the great big four engine thing. And they said that was the last plane that was flying out from there and no more would go back. However, the war was still going on in Japan when I returned home, but after we dropped the two atomic bombs on the Japs, I knew like the rest of our country, that the war was over. And it was ‘cause I remember going to the theater and watching, Movietone News’ film strip about the atomic bombs that were dropped on Japan, and then they showed Japan surrendering to us on one of our Naval Vessels. Afterwards, in my point of view, our whole country went wild with celebration. All the streamers, the booze, and the cheering of families. As for me, I was just glad that awful Hell of war was over, but yeah I’m still classified as disabled, twenty percent or whatever. I have a few pieces of shrapnel right in the bone of my ankle, but I’m still breathing. I want to thank each and every one of you for listening to my experience, and I hope you all, who took your time off to listen to this, especially all the other Veterans like myself, have a very nice day.

You mean canada. Basketball was invented in Canada. THANK YOU for sharing this AWESOME story! I LOVE his FAITH & LOVE for God. Cant wait to see it! Good luck Ty. Everyone stop saying it was made in canada it was made in america but a canadian made it so its a american sport 🇱🇷🇱🇷🇱🇷🇱🇷. Jump Shot: The Kenny Sailors storyid.

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Very inspiring. Credit... Eric Schaal/Life Magazine, via University of Wyoming There was just one witness to the moment Kenny Sailors helped revolutionize the game of basketball — his brother, Bud — but by all accounts, no one has ever doubted their story. The moment came on a hot May day in 1934. The two were battling, one on one, under an iron rim nailed to the side of the family’s windmill, a wood-shingled, big-bladed landmark that their neighbors on the Wyoming high plains recognized for miles around, the way sailors of the usual kind know a lighthouse from miles out at sea. Kenny, a 13-year-old spring-legged featherweight, was dribbling this way and that on the hardpan, trying to drive to the basket, when Bud began taunting him, as older brothers will. “Let’s see if you can get a shot up over me, ” Bud said. A high school basketball standout, he had five years on his brother and, at the time, almost a foot in height. Kenny took the challenge, doing what people at a disadvantage often do: He improvised. He squared up, planted his feet and leapt. “I had to think of something, ” he said in an interview a lifetime later. What he thought of was the jump shot, a basketball innovation that would one day be seen as comparable to the forward pass in football. Sailors, who died at 95 on Saturday in Laramie, Wyo., would never say flat out that he had invented the shot on that day or any other. No one can say for sure who did. The early 20th century produced enough far-flung claimants to that distinction to fill out a starting five and warm a decent-size bench — players like Glenn Roberts, Bud Palmer, Mouse Gonzalez, Jumpin’ Joe Fulks, Hank Luisetti and Belus Van Smawley. But people of reliable authority have said that if they had to pick the one whose prototypical jump shot was the purest, whose mechanics set in motion a scoring technique that thrilled fans and helped transform a two-handed, flat-footed, essentially earthbound affair into the vertical game it is today — giving rise, quite literally, to marksmen like Oscar Robertson, Jerry West, Rick Barry, Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant — it would be Sailors. Overcoming Skepticism Sailors developed the shot in high school, perfected it in college as a three-time all-American and was one of the few players of his era to make a living off it in the professional ranks. He did so in the face of skeptics. The game back then was all about quick passing to find the open man and shooting from the chest, with two hands, feet on the floor. Watching Sailors play, a coach told him, “You’ve got to get yourself a good two-hand set shot, ” and benched him. But Sailors, ever the freewheeler — one day he would guide hunters into the Alaskan wilderness — ignored the advice, to the delight of fans in Laramie, where, as the point guard, he led the University of Wyoming Cowboys on an improbable ride to their only N. C. A. championship, in 1943. Their run made the college powerhouses of the East and the big-city reporters who covered them sit up and take notice of Western basketball. If anyone can be said to have immortalized Sailors, it is the Life magazine photographer Eric Schaal. He was courtside at Madison Square Garden in January 1946 when, in a game between Wyoming and Long Island University, his camera caught Sailors airborne. In the picture, Sailors, in black high-tops, is suspended a full yard above the hardwood and at least that much over the outstretched hand of his hapless defender. The ball is cradled above his head, his elbow at 90 degrees, his right hand poised to fling the shot with a snap of the wrist that would have the ball spinning along a high arc toward the rim. The photograph, appearing in one of America’s most widely circulating magazines, made an impact from coast to coast. “A shot whose origins could be traced to isolated pockets across the country — from the North Woods to the Ozarks, from the Appalachian Mountains to the Pacific — was suddenly by virtue of one picture as widespread as the game itself, ” John Christgau wrote in his book “The Origins of the Jump Shot. ” “Everywhere, young players on basketball courts began jumping to shoot. ” As the book’s subtitle — “Eight Men Who Shook the World of Basketball” — acknowledges, the jump shot had many fathers, all within a few years of one another, suggesting that in the long evolution of the game, the shot’s time had ineluctably come. Each inventor had his own variation. Van Smawley, with his back to the basket, would corkscrew around to face the hoop before releasing the ball; Luisetti’s was a running one-hander. But Christgau picked Sailors’s technique as the one modern fans would recognize. “I would say that squared up toward the basket, body hanging straight, the cocked arm, the ball over the head, the knuckles at the hairline — that’s today’s classic jump shot, ” Christgau said in an interview. “It was unblockable. ” That view was echoed by Jerry Krause, the research chairman of the National Association of Basketball Coaches. His own study, he told last year, led him to conclude that Sailors was the first player to develop and use the shot consistently. Basketball eminences have also given Sailors their vote. Joe Lapchick, a former pro basketball star and coach, wrote in 1965, “Sailors started the one-handed jumper, which is probably the shot of the present and the future. ” And Ray Meyer, the venerated former coach of DePaul University, assured Sailors in a handwritten letter, “You were the first I saw with the true jump shot as we know it today. ” A Humble Start Kenneth Lloyd Sailors was born on Jan. 14, 1921, in Bushnell, Neb. — population 124 — to Edward Sailors and the former Cora Belle Houtz. His mother had gone west in a covered wagon and grown up in a sod house. She gave birth to Kenny by herself. The boys’ parents divorced when they were young, and Kenny and Bud — Barton on his birth certificate — were reared by their mother on a 320-acre farm outside Hillsdale, a stockyard town in southeastern Wyoming. An older sister, Gladys, had married and left home. The boys helped keep the farm going through the Depression, driving to Cheyenne, the state capital, to sell potatoes, bantam sweet corn and chickens. One year they raised hogs, butchered them and sold the meat door to door from a trailer hitched to an old Chevrolet. As they headed for school in the morning, the boys would see their mother out in the fields, and when they came home in the afternoon, they would see her there still. The brothers’ historic game of one-on-one remained vivid in Kenny Sailors’s memory. “The good Lord must have put in my mind that if I’m going to get up over this big bum so I can shoot, I’m going to have to jump, ” he said in an interview on NPR in 2008. “It probably wasn’t pretty, but I got the shot off, and it went in. And boy, Bud says: ‘You’d better develop that. That’s going to be a good shot. ’ So I started working on it. ” Bud was an all-stater, and when he received a basketball scholarship from the University of Wyoming in Laramie, his mother sold the farm, pulled Kenny out of high school and moved there, too, opening a boardinghouse. Kenny became a champion miler and long jumper and a basketball star at Laramie High School, building leg power that would eventually give him, by his measure, a 36-inch vertical lift — an invaluable asset for a 5-foot-10 point guard. The jump shot puzzled the Laramie coach, Floyd Foreman. “Where’d you get that queer shot? ” Sailors recalled him asking. Sailors led the Laramie Plainsmen to a state championship and followed his brother to the University of Wyoming, also on a scholarship. (Early on he was a teammate of the future sports broadcaster Curt Gowdy. ) He soon had sportswriters groping to describe his jump shot. “A shot-put throw, ” one wrote. Chester Nelson, a sportswriter for The Rocky Mountain News in Colorado known as Red, wrote of Sailors in 1943: “His dribble is a sight to behold. He can leap with a mighty spring and get off that dazzling one-handed shot. Master Kenneth Sailors is one of the handiest hardwood artists ever to trod the boards. ” In the 1942-43 season, under Coach Everett Shelton, Sailors led the team to a 31-2 record and a championship, with a 46-34 victory over Georgetown at Madison Square Garden. He was chosen the N. tournament’s most outstanding player. “His ability to dribble through and around any type of defense was uncanny, just as was his electrifying one-handed shot, ” The New York Times wrote. Wyoming was anointed the nation’s best college team after it defeated St. John’s University, the National Invitation Tournament champion, by 52-47 in overtime in a Red Cross fund-raising exhibition at the Garden on April 1, 1943. “The dynamic Ken Sailors, ” as The Times put it, led the way again. That year he married Marilynne Corbin, a cheerleader nicknamed Bokie, and then enlisted in the Marines and served in the South Pacific, where Bud was flying B-25 bombers. Discharged in 1945 with captain’s bars, Sailors, with a year of eligibility left, rejoined the Wyoming team midseason and led it to a 22-4 record, earning his third all-American honor and a contract with the Cleveland Rebels of the Basketball Association of America. Image Credit... University of Wyoming Belated Praise The jump shot was still alien to the pros, and the Rebels’ coach, Dutch Dehnert, was skeptical. “You’ll never go in this league with that shot, ” he told Sailors before benching him. But Dehnert was soon gone in a coaching change, and Sailors, with his jump shot, returned to the lineup. Professional stardom eluded him, though. In three seasons in the B. and two in its successor, the National Basketball Association, Sailors played mostly on losing teams, like the Providence Steamrollers in Rhode Island (where he signed an endorsement deal with Bennett’s Prune Juice, receiving all-you-can-drink cases of it as a bonus). He led the first incarnation of the Denver Nuggets in scoring one year and exploded for 37 points in a game with the Baltimore Bullets. He retired from professional basketball at 30. Sailors later bought a dude ranch in Jackson Hole, Wyo. A Republican, he served a term in the Wyoming Legislature and lost bids for the United States House of Representatives and the Senate. With their children grown, Sailors and his wife sold the ranch to his brother in 1965, packed up and drove to Alaska, living at first in an Airstream trailer. They stayed for more than 30 years, moving to a log cabin overlooking the Copper River and then to a Tlingit village on Admiralty Island. Sailors led hunting and fishing expeditions, coached youth basketball and taught high school history. After Marilynne Sailors developed Alzheimer’s disease, the couple moved to Idaho, following their daughter Linda, who had married. Sailors’s wife died in 2002 after 59 years of marriage, and Linda Sailors Money died in 2012. Another daughter, Carie, died when she was 5. Sailors’s death, in an assisted living center, was announced by the University of Wyoming. He is survived by a son, Dan, as well as eight grandchildren, 12 great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandchild. After his wife’s death, Sailors moved back to Laramie and settled near the university as a living campus legend. Plans were afoot to erect a statue of him at the basketball arena’s entrance. To the disappointment of his fans, the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, Mass., never inducted him. But the National Collegiate Basketball Hall of Fame did, in 2012, in a class that also included Patrick Ewing. Sailors joined Shelton, his coach at Wyoming, among the enshrined. Days afterward, Wyoming honored Sailors with a halftime ceremony during a game against Colorado. Overhead was a Gulliver-size Cowboys jersey hanging from the roof, its downy white trimmed in brown and gold and bearing Sailors’s name and number, 4. It remains the only jersey suspended there, high above the court.

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