I loved college basketball during the 90’s. In-conference rivalries were real and bitter, and the best players typically stayed in school for three if not the full four years. I loved the Big East in particular. Tradition, legendary coaches, and a legitimate star player on nearly every team.
But the team that excited me most was out West: UNLV during the early 90’s, at the peak of the Jerry Tarkanian era. The 1990-’91 team was a force. The trio of Larry Johnson, Stacey Augmon and Greg Anderson (all NBA lottery picks later in the year) was rounded out by George Ackles, Elmore Spencer, Anderson Hunt and H Waldman. Anderson Hunt was my guy for some reason. He was a 3-point assassin off the bench with a cool demeanor and knack for huge, backbreaking shots. And H Waldman — his first name was H! No period, Just “H”. Coach Tark would be on the bench chewing a towel, just gnawing away on it the entire game.
The Runnin’ Rebels were overflowing with talent, style and personality. They ripped off a 27-0 regular season and entered the tourney as the #1 overall seed. My neighbor put together an NCAA pool; all 64 schools were written down on separate note cards in a box, and you paid $2 to reach in blindly and fish one out.