A movie once was made on the idea that a mirror has two faces, that the relationship between mind and body can take different forms, that what we see on the outside might not necessarily be a person’s true character.
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In the world of Dale Earnhardt Jr., running out of gas is a public embarrassment, especially when it happens on the final lap, which allowed Brad Keselowski to surge past him and win the Kobalt 400 at Las Vegas Motor Speedway on Sunday.
hope Khem Birch listens to the right people. I hope he takes his time and clearly examines his options and understands the NBA will not suddenly disappear in a year’s time.
The message is bigger than a 3 or 4 seed in a conference tournament. It is much bigger than Bryce Dejean-Jones.
It’s OK to accelerate tempo in basketball when you’re the one creating pace. UNLV wasn’t Wednesday night. For it, the Rebels eventually cracked under pressure.
Senior Night stories are often vast and elaborate and emotional. You can pack a lot of memories into four or five seasons. If you’re Kevin Olekaibe, you can also make an incredible impact in just one.
Playing teams from a major conference is good; losing to them doesn’t help much of anything.
There isn’t a better teammate on UNLV than Khem Birch. He is as thoughtful and sincere a kid as the Rebels have had in years. His heart is as big as his wingspan, a young man who at times can be as naive as he is compassionate. There is no phony to him.
The Rebels were good enough on Wednesday night, beating a Colorado State team that couldn’t match up in talent but was again coached well enough to make things interesting.
Spring drills are just around the corner for many programs (UNLV begins Monday), about the time an NCAA playing rules oversight panel will vote on a proposal that states a defense can substitute within the first 10 seconds of the 40-second play clock, excluding the final two minutes of each half.
It was as difficult and emotional a loss as you can imagine for UNLV’s basketball team. The Rebels played their hearts out for 45 minutes Saturday night and deserved a better fate.
I can finally cross the Blue Turf of Bronco Stadium off my bucket list of sports facilities to see, making a quick stop before UNLV met Boise State in basketball across the parking lot at Taco Bell Arena on Saturday night.
When it comes to the NCAA Tournament this college basketball season, most everyone views the Mountain West in a similar manner: a conference worthy of two berths. Maybe.
Up. Down. Right. Left. Fast. Slow. Twist. Turn. So goes the roller-coaster of a basketball team UNLV has proven itself to be time and again this season.
Randall Cunningham is humbled. When he thinks back, he sees only a big deficit on the scoreboard, 80,000 lunatics screaming at him and Bruce Smith on a mission to rip his head off.
The conversation between the head coach (Tim Chambers) and a Sacramento (Calif.) City College transfer (Pat Armstrong) went something like this:
The talent keeps coming for UNLV basketball, keeps believing in the vision Dave Rice has created, keeps talking about a style of play that if the Rebels ever get around to implementing, just might produce the sort of success a third-year coaching staff insists is attainable.
If you snapped a picture outside, it would have been one of ice. Of snow. Of slush. Of the sort of air that burns your lungs with each inhale. Of the biting cold Robert Frost wrote about so brilliantly.
UNLV football coach Bobby Hauck used to sell a dream, now he’s got a bowl appearance to sell recruits. On Wednesday, he announces his first recruiting class at UNLV that follows a winning season and a bowl appearance.
The obvious question: Was the basketball game lost by Boise State or won by UNLV?
An accepted premise: The toughest thing about competing in the Mountain West for basketball is the travel. The second toughest thing: Preparing for such a variety of offenses.
The checkmarks never end. He must be in control, play with a purpose, be clever, lead by example, attack the key and create plays that can be made within it, have as good a ball fake as vision, calm others in the face of chaos.
I always felt the best comedians were ones who didn’t need to use profanity to make a point. The ones who relied more on imagination than indecency.
Like the lunatic fan everyone despises but tolerates because the home team wins when he attends the party or the nutcase who retires to his basement to create more good luck for his favorite side, UNLV should immediately enroll in a local hotel’s rewards program.
Stew Morrill is a coach known by few outside his profession’s fraternity and yet respected as much as anyone within it.