opinion

What we saw was a game that was as close to a derby as two interstate freeways and a desert will let us have.

A sellout crowd. Legit players making legit money playing a legit professional sport in...El Paso? Pinch me.

What the U.S. team put out was arrogant. Lazy. Smug. It was a performance devoid of an awareness of the dumpster at which the team was flinging lit matches.

In the end, it was garbage time for Striking the Wonder Dog. NMSU’s kickoff tee retriever had run onto the field so often he didn’t want to retrieve anymore...Fetch this, bub. Fetch this, bub.

All this leads to an inescapable, fundamentally disturbing conclusion: it's not that UTEP doesn't try to punch above its weight, it's that it has no arms.

Sometimes numbers don't tell the story of a game. This is not one of those times.

As bit-chomping goes, you wouldn't think UTEP would be so ready to play a team it's beaten once in six years. But like a weekend hiker staring up at Mt. Everest, the Miners saw the mountaintop last weekend.

Pity the poor posterior of rattus norvegicus. Sean Kugler doesn't, at least as it pertains to picks...Pity the poor posteriors of the Miners. Oklahoma won't.

What's the surest way to get people looking at you side-eyed? Tell them they have to do something. "If you're serious about getting in shape, you have to do CrossFit!" Or get a job in heavy construction and get paid to do the same thing...

Christian McCaffrey didn't come to El Paso, but his Stanford teammates made it clear they didn't need No. 5 in uniform to win a thrilling Hyundai Sun Bowl. And by stating that he'd sit out the Cardinal's last game, McCaffrey made it clear he didn't need the Hyundai Sun Bowl ...