There are charts and graphs and even a horizontal axis for those math wizards in the group to check. Lots and lots of data. Lots and lots of information. Lots and lots of statistical overload.
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When people imagined how terrific things might be, when they closed their eyes and thought about how UNLV's basketball team could appear when the defense led to running, which led to easy baskets, which led to the sort of suffocating momentum that brings an opponent to its knees, they visualized these six minutes and 44 seconds.
When it comes to identifying UNLV's next head basketball coach, those investigating potential candidates should consider a theme based on a series of children's books.
The lead had climbed to 21 with about seven minutes remaining in the first half against Southern Utah, I mean South Dakota, I mean Air Force, I mean one of the worst Air Force sides in recent memory, and the energy in the Thomas & Mack Center on Saturday night continued to rise as it has few times this UNLV basketball season.
Robert Smith is the guy you hear on the radio during UNLV basketball games, the one his university should be ashamed of because it still hasn't retired and hung his jersey in the rafters of the Thomas & Mack Center, the best point guard in Rebels history.
Two days after their coach was fired midway through his fourth season, having lost six of their previous eight games and sitting at 0-3 to begin Mountain West play, UNLV basketball players were implored by their new leader to run.
UNLV athletic director Tina Kunzer-Murphy was answering questions Sunday evening about the firing (with a capital F) of Dave Rice when the future was mentioned, specifically if the school will commence a national search to identify a new full-time basketball coach.
I remember the telephone conversation, the optimism in his voice and determination to build a winning basketball program and excitement about coming home. Dave Rice was talking from his car that afternoon, en route with his family from Provo, Utah, to Las Vegas.
It has reached the point of big picture thinking, far beyond losing to another inferior team and blowing yet another big lead and falling to 0-3 in a terrible conference without yet playing any of the best teams in said terrible conference, beyond appearing to have no answers on how to improve what is an offense that can only be described as UNLOLV.
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.
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.