So let’s see. In the course of about 10 days, we’ve gone from:
—McCord is N
—Fleming is N (package deal with McCord)
To:
—Guess what? Raiola is N, too! And maybe Princely!
—“Nebraska is about to wake the eff up!” tweets from outside the program
—National buzz about Nebraska making waves for the first time since Frost was hired
After that:
—McCord is out… but we didn’t really want him anyway (guy was totally scared to compete with Dylan, way too immobile, has a helicopter dad, etc).
—Fleming is out… but his dad says we have nice facilities, so it’s ok.
—Princely is out (sorry, little bro, but buzz off: when the storied tradition of Ole Miss football comes a callin’, you’d best answer that phone).
—Raiola is definitely still N and stuff; it’s just that he doesn’t want to steal from the Volleyball team’s thunder by announcing anything ahead of time.
An hour ago:
—Raiola is still a Georgia lean, talking to Kirby, and hey—the kid might have just come back to Lincoln to glom free wrestling and women’s basketball tickets and spend quality time with his family at Christmas. What’s the big deal?
To now:
—Dylan is still N… probably. Maybe.
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So after all that, what do we have as of right now (8:30 CST in Lincoln)?
—no commitments
—smoke and mirrors, with no fire anywhere in sight
—and—if we’re really lucky—the return of a banged up Casey Thompson.
Helluva ride so far, and easily some of the worst fun I’ve ever had. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.