This is what happened at some point in a conference room Sunday that housed the NCAA Tournament selection committee in Indianapolis: UNLV was placed in the bracket as a No. 5 seed and Cal was placed opposite it as a No. 12, and a red flag appeared on the movie theater-size projection screen displaying the matchup.
It might be this way for a while, especially on the road. Ugly. Forgettable. Rhythmless.
In one night, one terrific November night with a nation of college basketball fans watching against an opponent littered with future NBA players, Mike Moser became the hot new restaurant in town, the small-budget movie turned blockbuster, the chic clothing line new to stores.
There is a section of UNLV’s postseason basketball media guide titled “The Men in the Middle.”
Playtime is over for now. UNLV has won its first two basketball games to open what should be a highly successful season, and yet we have learned just a couple of things about the Rebels, neither of which will mean anything when Wisconsin visits Saturday.
The more Craig Thompson speaks, the more he sounds like the steward from “Titanic,” the one who told the wealthy passenger to return to her state room, that the shudder she felt was probably nothing more than a thrown propeller.
