Sam McKewon just had to go and steal my thunder. The day before the Frost Era began I was planning to write a blog post about how Nebraska was finally fun again.
Call me crazy, but somehow I get the sneaking suspicion people more people read his column than will read this blog post so I'll give Sam a pass.
This time.
But what's truly exciting is that a whole generations of Husker fans, including myself, might be just about to learn how fun Nebraska football really can be. The last time Nebraska football was this fun, I fit into this!
For the first time in 15 years, Nebraska has by far its best chance of achieving that level of fun it experienced from 1962-2001.
You thought that Northwestern Hail Mary was fun??? Oh boy. BUCKLE UP.
Nebraska football should and can be so much more fun than beating some 5-7 Kansas State clone on the last play of the game. In a few years we should be taking Northwestern's lunch money with ease and there will be nothing "Fat Pitzgerald" can do about it!
For me and my generation, Nebraska football's success and our own lives were like ships passing in the night. My first ever Nebraska game was the 1998 Orange Bowl, which also happened to be Scott Frost's last game as a Husker.
And it was great. I laughed at the Orange Bowl mascot and fell asleep in the 3rd quarter. Meanwhile Peyton Manning cried and TO went out a national champ. Damn life was good.
Little did I realize Tom Osborne and the preceding 40 years of dominance were on their way out the door just as I was coming of age as a Husker fan. The only truly great Nebraska team I can coherently remember is the 2001 Huskers.
So, yes I'm a part of a generation that has tiny little wispy memories of just how fun Nebraska football can be. So on Saturday I can't wait to swarm the streets of Lincoln with my fellow Huskers like we always do. Little kids, who will hopefully never know the pain and anguish we endured, will be riding on shoulders, poking above the crowd, eyes wide with amazement. The band will still march to the stadium like it always does. "Go Big Red" will still echo through the air and some crazy old guy will still be cruising the Haymarket blaring his car horn to the tune of There is No Place Like Nebraska.
Only this time the dream doesn't have to die when we walk into the stadium. Perhaps tomorrow night Scott Frost can take a moment to look down on the hallowed ground he once played on and see his own shadow, meaning 40 more years of Husker football prosperity.
That sounds fun.
Call me crazy, but somehow I get the sneaking suspicion people more people read his column than will read this blog post so I'll give Sam a pass.
This time.
But what's truly exciting is that a whole generations of Husker fans, including myself, might be just about to learn how fun Nebraska football really can be. The last time Nebraska football was this fun, I fit into this!
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| Yes, I've gained a lot of weight okay! Not all of us can keep our 3 year old figure. |
For the first time in 15 years, Nebraska has by far its best chance of achieving that level of fun it experienced from 1962-2001.
You thought that Northwestern Hail Mary was fun??? Oh boy. BUCKLE UP.
Nebraska football should and can be so much more fun than beating some 5-7 Kansas State clone on the last play of the game. In a few years we should be taking Northwestern's lunch money with ease and there will be nothing "Fat Pitzgerald" can do about it!
For me and my generation, Nebraska football's success and our own lives were like ships passing in the night. My first ever Nebraska game was the 1998 Orange Bowl, which also happened to be Scott Frost's last game as a Husker.
And it was great. I laughed at the Orange Bowl mascot and fell asleep in the 3rd quarter. Meanwhile Peyton Manning cried and TO went out a national champ. Damn life was good.
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| Sleep tight, little Jason. The Blackshirts got this one in the bag. |
Little did I realize Tom Osborne and the preceding 40 years of dominance were on their way out the door just as I was coming of age as a Husker fan. The only truly great Nebraska team I can coherently remember is the 2001 Huskers.
So, yes I'm a part of a generation that has tiny little wispy memories of just how fun Nebraska football can be. So on Saturday I can't wait to swarm the streets of Lincoln with my fellow Huskers like we always do. Little kids, who will hopefully never know the pain and anguish we endured, will be riding on shoulders, poking above the crowd, eyes wide with amazement. The band will still march to the stadium like it always does. "Go Big Red" will still echo through the air and some crazy old guy will still be cruising the Haymarket blaring his car horn to the tune of There is No Place Like Nebraska.
Only this time the dream doesn't have to die when we walk into the stadium. Perhaps tomorrow night Scott Frost can take a moment to look down on the hallowed ground he once played on and see his own shadow, meaning 40 more years of Husker football prosperity.
That sounds fun.
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