The search for UNLV’s next athletic director could conclude with an offer to one of three finalists today, which probably explains the festive mood president Neal Smatresk championed at the school’s basketball game Saturday.
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Well, that will bring you down to earth fast. Like a base jumper whose chute doesn’t open.
I am trying to determine how UNLV will inform the two finalists who won’t be offered the school’s athletic director job, given the ridiculous manner (e-mail from a search committee chairman) in which others were told Tuesday.
We know the young and energetic senior associate from UCLA isn’t even a finalist. He was the candidate most favored by many on UNLV’s athletic director search committee, which sort of makes you wonder why there was a committee at all.
Thankfully, things might not be as crazy around here as I feared last week.
Josh Peek seems to be one of those cowboys who believes that timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance. He’s big on faith, on a higher being guiding our destiny.
It’s funny how excellence can change a person. Jimmie Johnson grew up in San Diego rooting for the underdog, for a Padres team wearing those brown-and-gold uniforms and a Chargers squad that endured several forgettable seasons following an NFL merger with the AFL.
TUCSON, Ariz. — Tre’Von Willis is the basketball player who acts as if he has never committed a foul, whose face can contort into a maze of annoyance, who can give the impression of a guy perpetually perturbed by the mistakes of others.
Success was the 19-point lead and not surrendering when it disappeared. Success was discovering the resolve to finish with a win and send a ranked opponent and its arrogant coach packing.
They preached from Day 1 that it was about what happened on the field, a part of the inaugural United Football League season that delivered beyond expectations.
Somewhere out there, or up there, or wherever they exist, the football gods owe Ryan Wolfe one.
UNLV plays Holy Cross in men’s basketball tonight at the Thomas & Mack Center, where three officials will run up and down the court, look for infractions, blow their whistles and, if you believe two college professors who studied 365 games during the 2004-05 season, do their collective darndest to even out fouls between the teams.
Jim Rogers has the right idea. If you want to be any good in today’s Bowl Championship Series landscape of college football, you buy the chicken first and then hope it can produce the golden egg.
