This was most appropriate: That when it came time to produce a drive that would win a football game and finally terminate a road losing streak that had become stuff of (negative) lore around the UNLV program, Caleb Herring was the one to lead it.
This weekend, most everyone here in Albuquerque wants to know if Walter White will die. I’m guessing Bobby Hauck couldn’t give a hoot.
The college basketball season is a grind, for so long beginning with a practice on Oct. 15 and, for those teams competent enough to qualify for a postseason tournament, not ending until the calendar had passed into March and the madness had commenced.
Reform is coming. Know that. But how much of it will relate to student-athletes being compensated for their talents is unknown, and yet the call for such action directly has reached the fields of play and those performing on them.
In the world of UNLV football, all things are relative, comparable only to those Rebels teams that have struggled for so long.
UNLV football faced a schedule to begin this season that most would have forecast a 1-2 record following three games, no matter the level of improvement the Rebels might have exhibited (or not) to this point. But Saturday night is significant.
Stories are appearing in newspapers from Tampa to New York to Minneapolis. Sobering statistics are being compared. Panic has set in. Funerals are being planned.
Whether judged by a woman or man or goat, any card that proclaimed Mayweather-Alvarez a draw is damning evidence to the ineptness of the person scoring. And yet judge C.J. Ross isn’t the one to blame most here. Keith Kizer is.
It has come to this when Floyd Mayweather Jr. fights: The only things missing are Bill Murray, Andie MacDowell and a groundhog. It’s the same thing, over and over. The same hype, the same buildup, the same outclassed opponents.
Logic is boring. It lacks emotion and creativity and imagination. But it sure makes sense when Floyd Mayweather Jr. talks Saul “Canelo” Alvarez.