It was an hour or so before UNLV played New Mexico in football on Sept. 28 in Albuquerque, and Tina Kunzer-Murphy was strolling along the turf at University Stadium.
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See. I get why J.B. Holmes did it. You walk around life with the name John Holmes and are known for being long off the tee and, well, talk about setup material for late-night comics.
Bishop Gorman football coach Tony Sanchez has this philosophy, that whenever you give an inch, something happens. “You become a loser,” he says.
I have good friends who are lifelong Pirates fans, but wanted to seek out others on such a special night for their team. That’s what brought me to Bob Taylor’s Ranch House out in the northwest, to one of the best places in Las Vegas to watch the Steelers — yes, even the dreadful Steelers of 2013 — each Sunday.
This was most appropriate: That when it came time to produce a drive that would win a football game and finally terminate a road losing streak that had become stuff of (negative) lore around the UNLV program, Caleb Herring was the one to lead it.
This weekend, most everyone here in Albuquerque wants to know if Walter White will die. I’m guessing Bobby Hauck couldn’t give a hoot.
The college basketball season is a grind, for so long beginning with a practice on Oct. 15 and, for those teams competent enough to qualify for a postseason tournament, not ending until the calendar had passed into March and the madness had commenced.
Reform is coming. Know that. But how much of it will relate to student-athletes being compensated for their talents is unknown, and yet the call for such action directly has reached the fields of play and those performing on them.
In the world of UNLV football, all things are relative, comparable only to those Rebels teams that have struggled for so long.
UNLV football faced a schedule to begin this season that most would have forecast a 1-2 record following three games, no matter the level of improvement the Rebels might have exhibited (or not) to this point. But Saturday night is significant.
Stories are appearing in newspapers from Tampa to New York to Minneapolis. Sobering statistics are being compared. Panic has set in. Funerals are being planned.
Whether judged by a woman or man or goat, any card that proclaimed Mayweather-Alvarez a draw is damning evidence to the ineptness of the person scoring. And yet judge C.J. Ross isn’t the one to blame most here. Keith Kizer is.
It has come to this when Floyd Mayweather Jr. fights: The only things missing are Bill Murray, Andie MacDowell and a groundhog. It’s the same thing, over and over. The same hype, the same buildup, the same outclassed opponents.
Logic is boring. It lacks emotion and creativity and imagination. But it sure makes sense when Floyd Mayweather Jr. talks Saul “Canelo” Alvarez.
Here we go again. One of the great debates in sports. That which is either disgracefully dishonest or merely gaining an advantage without breaking rules.
UNLV’s football team has a man in Bobby Hauck coaching for his job this season and a starting quarterback who is playing like a shaken fighter pilot in “Top Gun.” It’s not the most ideal situation.
It came after UNLV’s football team trotted out its punt unit during the second quarter of its home opener against Arizona at Sam Boyd Stadium.
Minnesota football plays in the Big Ten Conference, whose 12 members are located primarily in the Midwest. The league reaches from Nebraska in the west to Pennsylvania in the east. Its headquarters are in Illinois.
Hand it to Billy Shakespeare. The guy really knew his stuff.
George Greer insists he is the third spoke in a wheel of hitting, that he simply follows the instruction furnished from those above. That they form a game plan and he does his best to execute it. When it works, memories are made.
The initial plan: Write a book about his career, about all the opportunities he has been presented at the most unexpected times, about luck, about talent, about capitalizing on the one smack-talk moment few receive but that has the power to change life’s journey.
Uncle Si of “Duck Dynasty” is 65 and struggles staying on task, so he often takes midday naps and plays with the security equipment around the family business. I officially am nominating him as special teams coach for UNLV’s football team.
You find the evidence on Page 81 of the UNLV football media guide, where tentative nonconference schedules for the Rebels are listed through 2017. There are several TBAs. If he has enough success this season to remain UNLV’s coach, Bobby Hauck has plans for them.
Savon Goodman is responsible for his own actions, an adult at 19 and every bit capable of knowing right from wrong. That the UNLV player will miss the coming season due to his impending arraignment on first-degree felony charges of burglary and grand larceny and a misdemeanor charge of conspiracy to commit burglary falls directly at his high-tops.
The character first appeared as a giant head made from smoke and fire, demanding the little girl and her friends kill the Wicked Witch and bring her broomstick to him in return for granting their wishes.