When they turn out the lights and flip on the film, when they begin to dissect a 33-27 overtime loss to a beatable San Jose State side on Saturday night, UNLV football coaches will likely come to this conclusion: They just might have gotten the most Kurt Palandech could offer.
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The tweet was sent Sunday evening from the account of UNLV football, a picture of players under dark skies and bright lights executing practice drills. The attached message was simple.
Tim Chambers is today the inescapable truth of two faces: A man still very much intent on building UNLV into a baseball power and one crying out for help.
There is a quote from sportswriter Jonathan Tjarks that goes like this: "Imagine every bad thing you hear about college basketball recruiting. Multiply it by 10. That's 20 percent of how dirty it is."
RENO — You will excuse Ryan McAleenan for not remembering his assignment, for basking in the glow of a rain-soaked celebration within a sea of red.
Did you hear the one about when Tony Sanchez as football coach at Bishop Gorman High was afraid of an opposing local team? No, there isn't a punchline.
Anthony Bennett has played two years in the NBA, and with the $3.65 million buyout of his contract from Minnesota last week, the former UNLV standout has already pocketed more than $13 million. If that's the definition of a bust, sign me up.
When it comes time to officially introduce Las Vegas as an NHL expansion city, Las Vegas must stage the sort of unforgettable celebration only it can deliver. It should blow the thing out.
The law was enacted in 1948 and made it illegal to frown, grimace, scowl or offer any expression that might reflect negatively upon the good citizens of Pocatello. In short, officials desired a community full of characters similar to the one Will Ferrell played in "Elf," where smiling was their favorite.
Do you know that saying about being a symptom of something much worse? Yeah. That's what 2-16 is. That's what being outscored by an average of 39-18 in those football games is. That's the reality facing Mountain West teams and all others existing within the insignificant and dismal reality of a non-Power 5 conference today.
Three weeks later, in a business defined by its bottom line, in a world where winners and losers are rightly separated based on final scores, UNLV's football team today would earn a movie review of a rotten green tomato.
Tony Sanchez gathered his UNLV football players at midfield Friday afternoon, their shoes covering part of the big, yellow, renowned letter. M.
UNLV plays a football game at Michigan on Saturday, and the 34-point spread gives you an idea about how those who set lines believe the Rebels will fare in one of the most iconic of college stadiums.
He danced around the ring and raised his right hand and summoned the cheers to grow louder inside an MGM Grand Garden that was neither sold out nor filled with 13,395 people who actually paid for a ticket.
The only thing missing Wednesday was a closer. You know, the guy with a fresh face and renewed sense of enthusiasm. The one who reeks of commission and within a few minutes has successfully disintegrated hours of negotiations into a sheet of smoke and flame.
Blake Decker didn't have much of a choice, so he had to hope what is said about trust proved true. That while it's hard to come by, it's also the most essential ingredient in effective communication.
Here is the origin: It comes from a 1738 play by a French fellow named Leonor Jean Christine Soulas d'Allainval, which I dare you to say 10 times fast and not sound like Gilbert Gottfried ordering breakfast from a cafe in Paris.
So this is sports in the Windy City: Just outside Wrigley Field at the corner of Addison and Clark, a short toss from the iconic red marquee over the main entrance to where the Cubs have broken hearts for the better part of 100 years, is a guy who hawks T-shirts.
The UNLV Rebels opened the Tony Sanchez Era by pushing heavily favored Northern Illinois to the end, ultimately falling 38-30. After his first game as a college head coach since making the jump from Bishop Gorman, Sanchez looked a bit like one might when a fist is about to meet a wall.
Say this for Tony Sanchez: He has spread the word about UNLV football like a politician might his platform around Iowa cornfields.
The line was three people deep outside the Cashman Field box office, and two were typically intelligent Dodgers fans from Oxnard, Calif., searching for a way to make their money last longer than a few hands at the tables. The other person was my Review-Journal colleague, Ron Kantowski.
When he took his final breath at 4 a.m. on June 13, Malachi Briggs was 7 years old and no longer able to fight the cancer that had ravaged his body. He was at home in Las Vegas, in hospice care, his tumors inoperable and his loving spirit preparing to pass to a peaceful place without pain and catheters.
I'm not sure there is ever a live sports event locally where Chris Maathuis isn't holding a microphone. Einstein said it was possible to be in two places at the same time. Some days, it seems as though Maathuis is in 10.
Kenny Sanchez grew frustrated with every inside pitch, every side-armed delivery that backed him off the plate. He knew what it meant. He understood the message that was being sent. Older brother was making a point.
It was much different from the last time, other than the fact any media day involving Floyd Mayweather Jr. runs on restful and relaxing time, meaning the fighter probably does a lot of both while keeping everyone waiting far beyond the fictional scheduled start to things.
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