After 25 years of living in Nebraska, I finally made the pilgrimage to Lincoln, like many Nebraskans do on football Saturdays, to see a Husker game at Memorial Stadium. It was the first time getting the true Husker experience.
Normally, I don’t even care to watch football when it’s on TV—that goes for pretty much every other sport as well though. I’m not a sports person. I really could never wrap my mind around it all. But, to be a real Nebraskan, you have to see the Huskers play at Memorial Stadium, or so I’m told.
When my mom contacted me earlier this week, telling me she was able to get tickets at a cheap rate, I figured why not? I need to break free from being a workaholic every now and then. It was a good experience for me, even if I still don’t understand sports.
Since I was young, I’ve always been told that Husker fans support the Huskers no matter what. Apparently a few losses broke that support. This is the scene from the stands toward the end of the third quarter:
Even at halftime, my mom and I were surrounded by people saying they were going to leave. While I watched the band play (which was the highlight of my experience) some random guy decked out in Husker gear came up to me and said it was just an exodus of fans, everyone breaking for the doors because they were upset over the score.
To me, it’s just football. I don’t understand the big deal. Football is fun to watch, but in Nebraska that’s taken to a whole new level. As one of my friends told me, when the Huskers lose, “The crops fail and the cows don’t come home.” As my mom and I were traveling back to South Pointe after the game, I sat behind two grizzled, old men, ruminating on the loss as if it were the end of times.
“It’ll never be the same,” one of them said, staring straight forward shaking his head. “They haven’t been the same since Osborne left, and they never will be. It’s the end of the Huskers.”
The other one responded, “At least we have deer season coming up.” Both sat in silence the remainder of the trip through Lincoln, shaking their heads.
Admittedly, I still don’t understand it all. But win or lose, it was a fun experience, and I’m glad I was able to spend some time away from Fairbury with my mom. Here are some photos we took during the game: