If you ask 100 Husker fans to explain the moment they observed the death of Nebraska football, the majority would point to one game.
70% of those fans would tell you it occurred in 2001 when Colorado destroyed Husker football, 62-36.
At that time, Husker fans were complacent after 30+ seasons of domination. We became lazy and privileged. Hell, to this day, many fans still expect Nebraska football to win every game, every time they take the field.
We tested God's will.
We tested God's favor.
We even tested God's Wrath when Satan kissed the hands of Matt Davison allowing him to catch a miracle vs. Mizzou in 1997. God knew Davison hailed from Southeast Nebraska where Satan rules over man and country. But Evil prevailed.
The Dark Lord of Richardson, Pawnee, and Johnson Counties in Nebraska dominated Husker football after Tom Osborne chose salvation. This test of fate lasted 5 years. God became vengeful.
In 2001, that wrath superceded Evil when Colorado gashed the Huskers like hot frosting on a rural Nebraska kolache.
Over the next 20 seasons, Husker football often resembled a Ford Escape posing next to a Mustang in front of its peers.
God pulled out and the curse became a comedic backdrop which flowed with our tears of heartache and despair. Game after game, Nebraska would compete and even lead late only to watch victory disappeer like a joint in front of a Boulder skate shop.
Wins and happiness have been fleeting.
Sadness has been a constant.
Does God hate us?
Does Got just hate me?
Does God hate you?
Does God just hate Tecumseh and Falls City and Rulo and Beatrice?
The answer is God cries for all of the above.
Saturday provides Husker football with a chance to sacrafice the goat. It gives us the opportunity to kill the first born. We have the chance to stare into the hollow tunnel of the Supernatural and excorcise the Demon of losing.
This Saturday, Nebraska Football can erase the curse. We can eradicate The Bison of Colorado in honor of our forefathers who got to those mountains and said, "fvck it. Im not climbing that shyt" and then they turned around and fed off that giant brown cow instead.
Go Big Red.
End that God Damned Curse.
70% of those fans would tell you it occurred in 2001 when Colorado destroyed Husker football, 62-36.
At that time, Husker fans were complacent after 30+ seasons of domination. We became lazy and privileged. Hell, to this day, many fans still expect Nebraska football to win every game, every time they take the field.
We tested God's will.
We tested God's favor.
We even tested God's Wrath when Satan kissed the hands of Matt Davison allowing him to catch a miracle vs. Mizzou in 1997. God knew Davison hailed from Southeast Nebraska where Satan rules over man and country. But Evil prevailed.
The Dark Lord of Richardson, Pawnee, and Johnson Counties in Nebraska dominated Husker football after Tom Osborne chose salvation. This test of fate lasted 5 years. God became vengeful.
In 2001, that wrath superceded Evil when Colorado gashed the Huskers like hot frosting on a rural Nebraska kolache.
Over the next 20 seasons, Husker football often resembled a Ford Escape posing next to a Mustang in front of its peers.
God pulled out and the curse became a comedic backdrop which flowed with our tears of heartache and despair. Game after game, Nebraska would compete and even lead late only to watch victory disappeer like a joint in front of a Boulder skate shop.
Wins and happiness have been fleeting.
Sadness has been a constant.
Does God hate us?
Does Got just hate me?
Does God hate you?
Does God just hate Tecumseh and Falls City and Rulo and Beatrice?
The answer is God cries for all of the above.
Saturday provides Husker football with a chance to sacrafice the goat. It gives us the opportunity to kill the first born. We have the chance to stare into the hollow tunnel of the Supernatural and excorcise the Demon of losing.
This Saturday, Nebraska Football can erase the curse. We can eradicate The Bison of Colorado in honor of our forefathers who got to those mountains and said, "fvck it. Im not climbing that shyt" and then they turned around and fed off that giant brown cow instead.
Go Big Red.
End that God Damned Curse.
