How many people around here wish UNLV were playing Arkansas or somebody like that in its bowl game on Wednesday morning? (Ooh! Ooh-Ooh! That was me raising my hand and doing an Arnold Horshack impression.)
If you were at the South Point over the weekend and made a wrong turn at the Garden Buffet, you might have stumbled onto a basketball game that looked like 1964. Nearly all of the players had short hair, with the taller ones appearing to be 6 feet 3 inches. They did not dunk the basketball. They took care of it, though, and they ran plays. They set screens for each other, passed to each other, cheered for each other.
It was Dec. 15, 1984, and the Hawaiian Airlines charter, a DC-9, was sitting on the tarmac at the air terminal in Fresno, Calif., ready for takeoff.
Just when you thought Jerry Tarkanian was never going to get into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame, he got in.
Mike Martin, the longtime director of the Las Vegas Baseball Academy (and former Chicago Cubs) catcher who has been fighting bladder cancer, recently received word he is cancer free.
Edi Gomez, who used to run around with the Rat Pack in Las Vegas before he ruled the local American Legion baseball program with two iron fists, died at home on Friday. He was 92.
Telltale signs your favorite college football team has accepted an invitation to a lousy bowl game:
By now, the cowboys and cowgirls of the National Finals Rodeo are headed back to Stephenville, Texas, where it seems most of them are from, and to the other dusty cow towns. Or they will be headed home shortly, because I heard Las Vegas is plumb out of whiskey.
Before Tuesday, the last time I saw David Hollis, who played defensive back for UNLV in the 1984 California Bowl, was 1994. He still was known as “Hot Dog” Hollis then.
There was a certain amount of pressure on the young woman who sang the national anthem before the fourth performance of the NFR on Sunday night. And this is why Jackie Schmillen spent most of Sunday in her room at the LVH, making animal noises with her throat.