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Academy Sports + Outdoors
The project charter for this plan, "Operation Midnight Basketball" for Academy Sports + Outdoors, is provided below.
The official name of this project is "Operation Midnight Basketball" to be implemented by Academy Sports + Outdoors as described below.
Today, Academy Sports + Outdoors (hereinafter alternatively "Academy" or "the company") is a leading retailers in the sports, outdoor and lifestyle industry offering a wide range of high quality fishing, hunting, and other outdoor merchandise, including camping equipment and gear as well as sports and leisure products, footwear, and outdoor apparel (About Academy, 2014). Headquartered in Texas, Academy operates more than 185 stores in the United States, including stores in, alphabetical order, Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Indiana, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, North Carolina, Oklahoma, South Carolina, Tennessee and Texas (About Academy, 2014). The company has a stated corporate social responsibility commitment that is congruent…… [Read More]
About Academy. (2014). Academy Sports + Outdoors. Retrieved from http://www.academy.
Academy basketball team sports. (2014). Academy Sports + Outdoors. Retrieved from http://www.academy.com/shop/browse/team-sports-basketball/_/N-935629709.
Chudacoff, H.P. (2007). Children at play: An American history. New York: New York
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