Kent State Golden Flashes Basketball

Kent State Golden Flashes Basketball

The Kent State Golden Flashes men's basketball team represents Kent State University in Kent, Ohio. The Golden Flashes compete in the Mid-American Conference East Division and last played in the NCAA Division I Men's Basketball Tournament in 2008. Founded in 1913, the team gained national attention during the 2002 NCAA Men's Division I Basketball Tournament by advancing to the Elite Eight as a tenth seed and posted ten consecutive twenty-win seasons, from the 1998-1999 season to the 2007-2008 season. Kent State has five total appearances in the NCAA Division I basketball tournament along with five Mid-American Conference tournament championships, five MAC overall titles, and eight MAC East division titles.

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