Three hours, 37 minutes. That’s how far it is from the Cotton Bowl to North Shore High in Houston, from where some key UNLV football players will compete in the program’s first bowl game since 2000 on Wednesday to where they played for a prep program led by one of the winningest coaches in Texas history.
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.)
In the depths of failure, Jim Livengood still believed.
A Week 17 schedule that shaped up as potentially explosive on paper surpassed all expectations. Thirteen of the 16 games had playoff implications. From Chicago to San Diego to Dallas, it was as great as it gets.
In no way is Aaron Rodgers a clown, but when the Green Bay Packers quarterback was trotted out to meet with the media Thursday, circus music should have been playing in the background.
When Kevin Olekaibe looks at his mother, the lessons of his favorite book — “To Kill a Mockingbird” — must be plain as day. When he watches her comb his father’s hair, brush his teeth, feed him, cleanse him, talk to him, read to him.
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, more than anything, a defense of folly.
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.