The ACC Women's Basketball Regular Season is the season-long competition in basketball for the Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC). It has been held every season since 1977–78, several years before the first NCAA-sanctioned basketball games for women. It is a round-robin tournament with each team playing each other at least once. The final standings decide the seedings for the conference tournament.
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