The first time I ever drove through Pocatello, I couldn’t stop looking at the mountains. It was February. They were covered in snow, they were beautiful and they were everywhere. Coming from eastern Kansas, one of the flattest areas in the world,...

I have chosen not to claw into the Big Sky this time. If Doug Fullerton and the cheap athletic directors from across the conference are intent on turning their basketball product into a very poor-man’s Ivy League, I suppose they have the right to do...