Team ropers at the National Finals Rodeo embrace the technological side of sport as much as anyone, relying on wives and girlfriends to use iPads and video cameras during practice runs while taping how a cowboy’s horse might begin a run and how the steer its chasing reacts.
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There couldn’t be official charges, couldn’t be an arrest, couldn’t be a trial, couldn’t be any resolution to the Jameis Winston sexual assault investigation other than what was decided Thursday.
This is how the tweet from Troy Williams read: “Don’t ever commit cus of a coach. Faker than a 3 dollar bill.”
This much we know: That improving enough this football season to become bowl eligible, Bobby Hauck and his UNLV team accomplished what Jim Livengood demanded, what Neal Smatresk expected, what Tina Kunzer-Murphy felt necessary to prove tangible progress.
It never will, and shouldn’t, reach the level of intensity that is UNLV-UNR each fall, but perhaps by borrowing a page from their basketball programs, UNLV and San Diego State football also can discover a happy medium of disgust that only a true rivalry can offer.
Now that it’s official and Bobby Hauck will return for a fifth season and beyond as football coach at UNLV, it seems a good time to evaluate significant parts of his tenure.
UNLV lost its third basketball game of a young season Tuesday night because in the most critical of moments, it became sloppy defensively. It exhibited poor technique. It was Cal in the NCAA Tournament all over again.
The Rebels are bowl eligible for the first time since 2000, and Bobby Hauck is soon to be granted a contract extension, once the I’s are dotted and T’s crossed and president Neal Smatresk finds a few minutes to sign off on the deal while dusting off his boots for a similar position at North Texas.
On Thursday night, the Rebels relied on a senior running back who has given every ounce of himself to the program as one who would lead them into such foreign territory as a possible postseason game.
Of all the goals UNLV might have scribbled on the board before this season, a major one still is attainable and as much as anything would offer tangible proof of those positive steps the Rebels have made during Coach Bobby Hauck’s fourth season.
It’s not a rebuilding year. It’s a waiting game. UNLV’s basketball team isn’t young. It’s new.
In the second game of a third season under its current coaching staff, with what has been lauded as the best basketball team Dave Rice has featured at UNLV, this is today’s reality: The Rebels on Tuesday night were dominated by UC Santa Barbara out of the Big West Conference.
If a mirror is in the football coaching offices at UNLV, and I have to believe there is given the egos of men who choose such a profession, those paid to instruct the Rebels should spend this day looking into it.
Point guard. Shooting guard. Combo this and that. Whatever. Kendall Smith can play.
College basketball is going cold turkey. It has chosen to abruptly cease a bad habit over gradual reduction, accepting the nausea and hives and dizziness and headaches and muscle pains all at once. Three words: It’s about time.
I was looking for Lewis Skolnick at one guard spot and Dudley “Booger” Dawson at small forward. But it wasn’t Adams College that UNLV’s basketball team welcomed Tuesday night. It was Adams State. The Rebels might have preferred a group of nerdy Tri-Lambs.
Play hard. Play together. The request might seem overly simplistic for college basketball players owning a wealth of ability, but Dave Rice knows that continuity most often comes before prosperity.
Coach Bobby Hauck and those within UNLV athletics hope that recent success on the field can turn what at times has been a contentious relationship with students into a positive one.
The crowd spread across the pavement near the Student Union and onto adjacent stairwells Monday, hundreds gathered to celebrate a rivalry victory in football and the promise of what still might transpire for UNLV in the coming weeks.
It represents more today for the UNLV football program than a replica of a 19th century Howitzer, more than a 550-pound trophy ever could, more than its $10,000 value.
There is always this: At least the Hauck kids never gave Dad the middle finger as a young UNR football fan once offered UNLV as it was departing the field following an in-state rivalry game.
The Rebels never were going to beat Fresno State. But that’s not to say UNLV shouldn’t contend to win each of its final five games and in the process qualify for the program’s first bowl since 2000.
Brooks Koepka must have one of those United Nations passports, filled with a maze of colorful stamps from faraway lands seen only in history books and travel brochures.
Nolan Kohorst is not for dramatics, which is all the more ironic when you consider the spot he holds on a football team. But his is a simple, candid study of how many college coaches might view a kicker when deciding whether to offer a scholarship.
I look at most major boxing fights nowadays as a pickup basketball game at the Y.