United States National Handball Team

The United States national handball team is the national handball team of United States and is controlled by the USA Team Handball. Due to disputes over funding, general lack of fiscal discipline, and accusations of incompetence, on February 14, 2006, the USOC revoked the governing duties of the sport from the United States Team Handball Federation but has since selected USA Team Handball as the new National Governing Body. 1

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