What!?!? You still don't weep just a little when we get slapped around by Northwestern?cried over them!
What!?!? You still don't weep just a little when we get slapped around by Northwestern?cried over them!
After The Huskers beat LSU in the 1971 Orange. I was ready to be a full-fledged fan for the 1971 season. Jacobson, Tagge, Kinney, Rodgers, Harper, Dumler, Glover, Those guys!I did in 1965. We just moved to Scribner and watched the Huskers play Alabama in a bowl game. We lost like 37-28. I was just sickened but caught the Nebraska fever. Now I've moved to the Lone Star State and wear Nebraska gear all the time. I can't tell you how many people stop and say; "Go Big Red" to me. Nebraska fans are everywhere. I even met one in Santorini, Greece.
I remember every one of those S’kers and was a better time in our history..Love the basketball memories from the Coliseum. I even remember LeRoy Chalk and Tom Scantlebury.
Remember that was too longThe 1963 Zero U. game was actually the very next day after Kennedy's murder, which was Friday, Nov. 22. That's what made the decision to play even more extraordinary.
I was 20 months old at the time. It was so shocking that when I heard the news of JFK's murder, I shat my diapers.
Or so I've been told.
In the fall of 1965 I was 9, almost 10, living in Omaha, and I had discovered football. I loved to throw a ball around in the back yard with other kids in the neighborhood, and one Sunday my father said I might like to watch a game with him (on our little black & white TV). He told me that the star of the game was from Omaha, and sure enough, Gale Sayers ran wild that day.I did in 1965. We just moved to Scribner and watched the Huskers play Alabama in a bowl game. We lost like 37-28. I was just sickened but caught the Nebraska fever. Now I've moved to the Lone Star State and wear Nebraska gear all the time. I can't tell you how many people stop and say; "Go Big Red" to me. Nebraska fans are everywhere. I even met one in Santorini, Greece.
I mean yeah…that’s how we all came out of our moms.Came out of my mom covered in red.
Great! We're all Husker fans!!! Must suck to come out as an Iowa fan tho...I mean yeah…that’s how we all came out of our moms.
Please, do not be sorry for your boon for all of us!!! Please, babble away afaiac!!! I really love your prose; you caught me early and kept me!In the fall of 1965 I was 9, almost 10, living in Omaha, and I had discovered football. I loved to throw a ball around in the back yard with other kids in the neighborhood, and one Sunday my father said I might like to watch a game with him (on our little black & white TV). He told me that the star of the game was from Omaha, and sure enough, Gale Sayers ran wild that day.
Very few college games were televised at the time, but the Huskers Orange Bowl battle with Alabama on New Years Day, 1966, was one of them. I again watched on our little TV with my father. Every time the announcers uttered the word "Nebraska," I felt like they were talking to me. After all, that's where I live! Bob Churchich became my hero that day and I was hooked for life. A blessing and a curse.
I went 1100 miles away for college in the 1970s and often put up with supposedly sophisticated coast-types who would ask in all seriousness if I had chickens in my front yard and had to ward off Indian attacks. One cold day, another student asked me what I did in Nebraska during such weather. When I told him that I go over to the wall and turn up the thermostat, he was stunned that we had such new-fangled stuff out in the hinterlands. During those year, I could point to the football team as representative of the state. Many players were from in-state and we won a lot. The university team was a symbol of the state as a whole, with the toughness and hard work hard work that resulted in victories so often. I sure do miss the days when that was Nebraska.
Sorry to babble on.
I liked your story. When I lived in McCook in the 70's, we had a family move in from New Jersey. The kids hid down in the seat on the drive out because they thought Indians with bow and arrows were going to get them!!!In the fall of 1965 I was 9, almost 10, living in Omaha, and I had discovered football. I loved to throw a ball around in the back yard with other kids in the neighborhood, and one Sunday my father said I might like to watch a game with him (on our little black & white TV). He told me that the star of the game was from Omaha, and sure enough, Gale Sayers ran wild that day.
Very few college games were televised at the time, but the Huskers Orange Bowl battle with Alabama on New Years Day, 1966, was one of them. I again watched on our little TV with my father. Every time the announcers uttered the word "Nebraska," I felt like they were talking to me. After all, that's where I live! Bob Churchich became my hero that day and I was hooked for life. A blessing and a curse.
I went 1100 miles away for college in the 1970s and often put up with supposedly sophisticated coast-types who would ask in all seriousness if I had chickens in my front yard and had to ward off Indian attacks. One cold day, another student asked me what I did in Nebraska during such weather. When I told him that I go over to the wall and turn up the thermostat, he was stunned that we had such new-fangled stuff out in the hinterlands. During those year, I could point to the football team as representative of the state. Many players were from in-state and we won a lot. The university team was a symbol of the state as a whole, with the toughness and hard work hard work that resulted in victories so often. I sure do miss the days when that was Nebraska.
Sorry to babble on.
I used to play tackle football in the neighborhood and pretended to be Jeff Kinney or Frosty Anderson. Got tackled in to a cement step one time. Blood everywhereAs other has said, at birth. I remember fall days raking leaves with my dad while listening to Lyle Bremser on KFAB. Riding with my big sisters around Crossroads singing "We're so sorry Bear Bryant" when we won the national championship. Being a student, watching when Dr. Tom FINALLY beat OK.
Fun times!
And weight training I thinkThat's when he put Osborne in charge of the offense. It took most of 1969 to get that right, but they put 89 points on the board against Zero U. and Georgia, and then spent the next two years just winning (plus that tie at USC).
Born into very similar circumstances in 1967, cannot recall ever not being addicted to this team. After losing to FSU in 94 OB I promised myself I’d never miss another Nebraska NC game, and haven’t, but boy at that time I thought I’d have attended a few more than 4 since then.In the fall of 1965 I was 9, almost 10, living in Omaha, and I had discovered football. I loved to throw a ball around in the back yard with other kids in the neighborhood, and one Sunday my father said I might like to watch a game with him (on our little black & white TV). He told me that the star of the game was from Omaha, and sure enough, Gale Sayers ran wild that day.
Very few college games were televised at the time, but the Huskers Orange Bowl battle with Alabama on New Years Day, 1966, was one of them. I again watched on our little TV with my father. Every time the announcers uttered the word "Nebraska," I felt like they were talking to me. After all, that's where I live! Bob Churchich became my hero that day and I was hooked for life. A blessing and a curse.
I went 1100 miles away for college in the 1970s and often put up with supposedly sophisticated coast-types who would ask in all seriousness if I had chickens in my front yard and had to ward off Indian attacks. One cold day, another student asked me what I did in Nebraska during such weather. When I told him that I go over to the wall and turn up the thermostat, he was stunned that we had such new-fangled stuff out in the hinterlands. During those year, I could point to the football team as representative of the state. Many players were from in-state and we won a lot. The university team was a symbol of the state as a whole, with the toughness and hard work hard work that resulted in victories so often. I sure do miss the days when that was Nebraska.
Sorry to babble on.
The proverbial low bar.they’re much more tolerable than Texas fans.
Probably 69 for me. 5 years old but loved football. Got a packers helmet from grandma for Christmas. Remember playing football all fall and winter. Then came the national championship and the great OU rivalry......