Fiscally speaking, something those at UNLV should always be cognizant of in a responsible manner, one dollar spent in pursuing anyone other than two local names to replace Jim Livengood would be colossal waste.
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Somewhere, in the bowels of UNLV athletics, where marketing slogans are annually bantered about, I’m certain they are toying with some gems for the 2013-14 basketball season.
Anthony Marshall puts up numbers. He fills a basketball stat sheet. He is at his best in the biggest moments, when the lights are bright and the opposing arena is rocking and a play must be made.
Some college football teams can be on the wrong side of four or five critical plays each game and still win comfortably. UNLV can’t.
I would pay to hear Khadevis Robinson speak, to discover how life beckons at certain moments, to learn how he exorcised those demons from 2000 and 2008, to better understand his view that the past is gone and the future doesn’t exist and the only choice we have is to live in the moment.
I liked the fake punt down 21-6 late in the second quarter from the 47-yard line of Texas Christian. I like trickery on Halloween Eve.
Only the first 100 spectators attending Saturday’s “Rise ‘n’ Shine with the Lady Rebels” fanfest at Cox Pavilion were promised a free continental breakfast. But everyone went home with a powdered-sugar-and-milk mustache.
OK, Reno, I’ve gotta admit I dig the cool zephyrs during summertime, falling asleep to the mournful whistles and clickety-clack, clickety-clack of the Union Pacific and the fact I can break out a bowling shirt and an old pair of Wranglers with holes in the knees and back pockets and blend right in on Virginia Street.
Last month when I wrote about the possibility of the Pacific-10 Conference expanding and how that might impact the Mountain West, UNLV wasn’t mentioned by name.