Great find. I remember it as well as I can considering it was nearly 35 years ago. Hey, everyone’s favorite is the ‘90 team, of course. And the ‘91 team. You just can’t help it. But I’m telling you, that 86-87 was incredibly special. My first love. They really were. So much fun, so much personality. They were insanely fun to watch. So many comebacks where you were dead in the water, culminating with that amazing 2nd half comeback vs Iowa in the Elite 8, still one of my favorite games.
Im not a skier, but I was I Brianhead when the Temple games and the game you posted, vs Western Kentucky, were played. I was 19 or 20 at the time. Just a boys weekend of being stupid and getting drunk, frat boy style. Just good old American fun. I got fierce strep throat on that trip. I was a freshman at UNLV. But I was glued to the TV for those games. My friends didn’t understand it, they weren’t big UNLV fans at all, these were childhood friends I was with, none went to college. And you know what? I can see where it didn’t make a lot of sense to them. I’m currently somewhere around 710 straight home games attended. By the time they hit NYC for the Preseason NIT, I was a whopping 3 games into that streak, last home game of the 85-86 season (Fresno, I think), and the first two rounds of the preseason NIT were at the Mack (Arizona and Oklahoma if I recall correctly). I would have, nobody would have … expected to attend every home game since then.
But when I say first love, I mean it. I graduated from Gorman in the spring before the 86-87 season, was all slated to go to UNR (because they had the med school, figured undergrad then medical even though I wasn’t sure what I was going to do). Family tragedy hit in June, most of you know that story well enough … super tight knit family, it floored us, I figured since everything was so raw, I’d put Reno off for a year. The freshman classes would all transfer, no harm in putting it off. Still, my mind wasn’t straight, had good friends and great family, but still lost after the tragedy, just kind of wandering, searching … and then this team comes along. I immediately drew a ton of personal connection with that team given my family history, at least through my eyes. The Rebels were hated except by the few that loved them unconditionally. They were perceived to be bad guys, but they weren’t. They didn’t care that they were perceived that way. They didn’t make excuses, they didn’t play the victim, they just pushed forward not caring what everyone else that didn’t matter to them thought about them. They were fun, big personality. They were hunted, unfairly. They were judged, unfairly. But it didn’t stop them, they just didn’t care. So yeah, it was a strong magnet for me.
It was an amazing year. We only had the controversial loss at Oklahoma during the regular season and lost in the Final Four vs Indiana. I remember on Senior night, I snuck my mom down in the student section with me. She wasn’t a Rebel fan per se, but loved sports, and she knew what that team meant to me. Plus, she was thankful, given the tumultuous months after the tragedy, that the Rebels gave me some focus, some joy, something to keep me afloat when I needed it.
Now, I didn’t know whether we were going to win the national championship or not, but felt good about our chances. After that last home game, we applauded as the buzzer sounded and we sent the team off to the Big West tournament. It was an easy win, I think over Pacific. But as we applauded, I was emotional. My mom asked me what was wrong. I told her this team was truly special and we weren’t going to witness anything like this again. Obviously, I was wrong, it only took a couple years to do more. But I recognized what that team had given me at that point in my life and I was truly grateful. I was at a harsh crossroad, who knows how it could have gone? Truly grateful. And loyal to them for giving more than they could ever know.
And of course, I decided, solely because of basketball, that I would remain a student at UNLV instead of going to UNR.
Obviously, we’ve had far more down times that good times since Maxson and his cronies buried the program. I‘m not a fair weather type of guy, I can handle all the losing. But more than that, loyalty to the 86-87 is what kept me going strong, kept me going when I really didn’t feel like it anymore. I’d think back and say, “I owe them”. That greatly faded, my “debt” has long been paid, nobody associated with the program back then is here now. We don’t have those same values, the same strength, same tenacity, same … anything … that those teams had. They stood for something, we just “exist” now and go through the motions as a mediocre team in a poor conference, just playing out the string hoping to bite a couple of teams along the way. Habit and the consecutive streak is what keeps me going more than anything at this point. It really faded hard and fast during Kruger’s second year. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, it was probably more timing than anything. The S16 in his third year revitalized me a bit, it was a great time. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all bad. We are currently in the midst of the worst stretch of hoops. But from after Tark until now, still some great, great times. But they’ve been fleeting. Worth it, but fleeting. Then we got Rice, recruiting really ramped up a lot and we started getting some huge non conference wins that “felt” right. So that perked me up, plus he was a Rebel from back then and understood what it meant to this town and our fans more than anyone. So that re-energized me a bit. I liked that we were disliked, it felt more relatable, it felt more old school. But, unfortunately, that was fleeting also. Now going to the games - it’s definitely more going through the motions, just doing what I've always done. Rooting for a win, hoping for the best, but the losing doesn’t hurt at all and when we get a good win, it’s cool as hell but for the briefest of moments. It’s just been way overplayed. I was going to intentionally snap the streak awhile back, but that last coach wasn’t going to last longer than me, he was truly awful as a coach and everything else. I refused to bail at the lowest of lows. I don’t know what we will do with Otz ultimately, I like him and think he’s got some things going right and he can have some success here. I really hope he does. I’d like It to point in that direction and feel more at ease and then just walk away and watch from afar, more casually. I know it’ll never be the same or even similar and it’s an unfair bar to hold over someone. But I came to that conclusion 10-15 years ago.
Those anti-Tark people sure did a number on this program.
Sorry for the very long, nostalgic post. You asked if I remembered the comeback. Yes, I do, like yesterday. Thanks for the reminder.