The most important basketball game in Dave Rice's career as UNLV's head coach and for others around him takes place Saturday in the southeastern part of Wyoming, a place west of Cheyenne that can be found at the junction of Interstate 80 and U.S. Route 287.
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When the hours had passed and the telephone calls to terrified parents and family members and school officials had been made and the injured had been transported to local hospitals and the chaos and fear had leaked into a basin of emotional exhaustion deep within him, Severin Walsh sat alone in a Las Vegas motel room.
In the bowels of a chilly Moby Arena, on a long wooden bench outside his team's locker room Wednesday evening, Ben Carter lowered his head and sobbed. A teammate emerged to try to console him. Then a student manager. None could do so.
Patrick McCaw must play better. He must score more. He must produce.
It was proposed across Twitter at one point Saturday night that the six-fight win streak of Andrei Arlovski was more smoke and mirrors than any substantial evidence he was good enough to recapture the Ultimate Fighting Championship heavyweight title he held 10 years ago.
Someone forgot to tell Joe Duffy the part about there's no sense in being Irish unless you know the world's going to break your heart. He doesn't seem all that taken with the doom and gloom and abiding sense of tragedy that history has permanently attached his nation's heritage.
When the number of Mountain West games is 18 and your program hasn't won a regular-season league championship in forever, any mark on the left side of a win-loss column is cherished inside a locker room.
The quote goes like this: Seize the moment, because some opportunities don't come twice.
I have never been one of those anti-bowl game guys. Never been one to care much about how many postseason college football affairs are played. But when the Nova Home Loans Arizona Bowl kicks off today in Tucson, the perception of Mountain West football will endure a devastating punch to the gut.
The cheers began when he first became visible from a tunnel at Orleans Arena. They stood and clapped and chanted his name and held signs in his honor because, well, it's true everybody loves a winner. No matter the cost.
It was following a game at the Maui Invitational in November when UCLA basketball coach Steve Alford, his team having just lost to Wake Forest, spoke about the Bruins being assessed 28 fouls.
It all made sense before Wednesday, how this week might play out for UNLV's basketball team, how important it could prove in regards to the postseason, how a winnable game against Arizona State would be followed by an extremely difficult one at Arizona.
Some insist there is no such thing as perfect timing, that it's not a trait you can teach, but rather that which you hear in your head.
I suppose the best thing that could have happened for UNLV's basketball team Wednesday night would have been for no one to discover those AAA batteries and duct tape needed to fix the shot clocks at Thomas & Mack Center because when you spend nearly $50 million on renovations, it must be tough making sure all the lights work.
I always believed Pete Rose to be the little boy who keeps touching the hot stove, even though he has been warned countless times that such a decision will inevitably result in pain. I just don't think he gets it. Or ever has.
The story behind why Derrick Jones Jr. wears No. 1 can be found on Page 43 of your trusty UNLV basketball media guide. It's simple reasoning, not some profound wisdom that has a long and intense and complex story behind it.
Ryan Motes has a friend with a 6-year-old son who is already dreaming of becoming a roper on the rodeo circuit. The boy wants to win world championships like his heroes of today.
The lesson is this: That a week and a month and a few months from now, and perhaps into the madness of March, UNLV's basketball team can take from a December game in south-central Kansas along the Arkansas River a definite truth about opposing an elite point guard.
College basketball seasons develop in stages, from closed-door scrimmages to exhibitions to home and neutral matchups. To the most important games of all.
In the vacuum that was 12 college football games, Tony Sanchez saw progress.
Jake Barnes was bleeding in three places within his brain, his ankle broken and a hand badly injured. His horse had fallen during a training run and stepped on Barnes, leaving the 56-year-old and seven-time world champion team roper in a dangerous and traumatic place.
Plausible scenario: A one-loss North Carolina football team beats No. 1 Clemson in the Atlantic Coast Conference championship on Saturday, takes out the side that the College Football Playoff committee has for weeks deemed the nation's best, and still isn't chosen for a semifinal game when the final rankings are released Sunday.
If you believe that age is all in your mind and the trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body, Kobe Bryant had a much better run than most athletes ever enjoy. But it's not how old you are, rather how you are old.
They came to paradise, as much for anything, to learn about themselves. What they do well. What they need to improve. What they are today. What they might become tomorrow. UNLV's basketball team headed home late Wednesday having answered some of those questions a 3-0 start against inferior opponents presented
UNLV forward Ben Carter is the lunch pail and hard hat kid. He's that guy. He's the one who doesn't question orders, a coach's son who not only can play, but more importantly, knows how to play. There is a big difference.