“God bless-ed!” he says. “We’re not going to be there for the jump ball.”
The new Nebraska coach zigzags from lane to lane on Interstate 15 in Las Vegas, eventually taking the next exit and circling under the highway. Frustrated with his Garmin, Miles threatens to treat the GPS device the same way he did the “fuzz-buster” — his term for radar detector — that failed to prevent him from receiving a pair of speeding tickets a few years ago.
“After the second one,” he says, “I threw it as far as I could into some cornfield in Minnesota.”
Miles chuckles as he zooms toward the gym to recruit. So much has already happened on this Thursday in Vegas — and it’s only 8 a.m.
Less than eight hours earlier, as his plane descended toward the McCarran Airport runway, Miles pressed his cellphone against the window and snapped a photo of Sin City’s infamous Strip.
“Arrived in LAS. Ready for some more serious hoops!!” the coach tweeted at 12:21 a.m.
A glimpse of life of the recruiting trail!!!