Welcome to the initial install of the Rebel Nation. My good friend (and avid Rebel fan) and I came up with this idea on a whim. Quite frankly I'm sure there are numerous blogs and websites dedicated to UNLV basketball, including message boards. We fully support the use of such media to discuss all things Rebels. However, my love affair is, and has always been, with UNLV hoops. As such, this site will be dedicated to the promotion of UNLV hoops.
My friend and I discuss Rebel hoops so much that we may as well put it in a blog. Whether we get followers or contributors is not the point. This medium will give us the opportunity to discuss our joys and pains of Rebel hoops in the open - somewhat. We welcome all comments and contributions. Hopefully this can be a productive blog with lots of inside information.
I have to start by saying that every time I see "hey reb" I still get taken back to around 1986 (someone please correct me if I'm wrong on the date) when I would beg my dad to take me to McDonalds every day so I could get a double cheeseburger and along with the double cheeseburger promotion you received a
Runnin Rebels bumper sticker. I'll bet between my uncle and I we had 20 of those stickers. I wish I still had one, just to pin on my garage wall as a reminder of my youth and the players I remember from back then: Armon, Mark Wade, Fearless Freddy. These are the guys that ignited my love for all things college basketball.
Shoot, I even got George Dare's autograph in 4th grade when he came to CC Ronnow to play "Runnin Rebel Fever" live for our elementary school. I'm sure my parents threw away the black and white glamour shots signed picture of George Dare soon thereafter.
I still get chills and want to bounce around like LeBron when I enter the Mack. Especially when I have good seats and get to enter through the North Tunnel. I get upset when I miss pre-game warmups. I want to see how our guys and the other team is warming up. I can usually tell who is focused and who isn't. Perfect example was this very season when Louisville came to town. Samardo Samuels was lackluster in warmups. He wasn't even trying to make his layups. I almost leaned over to my brother and said he wouldn't have a good game. Wouldn't you know it, he missed a few bunnies in the first half and didn't have a great game.
I also love sitting in the lower bowl because I can hear the players talk. I played college basketball myself at the Division I level (read: was part of the Club Tril ((
CLUB TRILLION))) and I MISS being a part of that. I get those old feelings when I get to sit near the floor, hear them call out their plays, etc. I even coached a little in college. The reason I say this brings me to my ultimate and final point about why I wanted to create this blog: I want it to come from an educated basketball fan's perspective. I get tired of the people who call in to the post game show and complain about things that aren't really pertinent. I also get tired of less than knowledgeable fans (or maybe they are just drunk) at games when they try and call out their own plays or defenses. I have two perfect examples of this, and for some reason these experiences occur in the upper bowl a lot more than they do in the lower bowl.
First, last season against Cincinnati the idiot behind me kept screaming to pass the ball to Wink EVERY SINGLE TIME DOWN COURT. Dude! This isn't pick up ball at the park, or the AND 1 Tour - neither of which are really hoops at all in my opinion. This is Division 1 college hoops. The opposing team is prepared for you. They scout you. They know your tendencies. They've watched you on film all week long. They've rehearsed your plays. They've rehearsed your defenses, etc. He's probably the same guy who called into the post game show and said the reason we lost is because Wink didn't get the ball enough.
The second (but certainly not the remaining) example came during the Reno game this season. Every time down court this other idiot (different idiot from the first idiot) kept yelling at the top of his lungs to guard #5 (Luke Babbit - a good player, but still). Anyway, after just 5 minutes this got a little old. It occurred on every possession. I was at about my breaking point (read: time to sneak down to the lower bowl) anyway when the following happened. Babbit got fouled on a layup and went to the line for 2 shots. I thought this guy was literally going to give birth to George Dare when he kept screaming to get a hand in Babbit's face. "WHY ARE WE NOT GUARDING HIM!!!! GET A HAND IN HIS FACE!!!!" I just looked at my friend and we both muttered, "dude, he is shooting free throws." Yeah, I'd had enough at that point. We for sure snuck (sneaked?) down to the lower bowl immediately after that...where, I might add, the fans were definitely more knowledgeable.
The point being, Thunder (the nickname for my cohort on this blog) and I want this blog to be an intelligent dialogue on the Rebels. I'll praise the Rebels all day long, but I'll also be honest with my opinions of players and the way we are playing. If you don't like it, good! Leave a comment for the world to see. But please keep in mind that foul language and being un-civil will not be tolerated.
Go Rebs,
D