Story #20: Yes Jed, We Will Take Them
One of my earlier recollections was in the early and mid-70′s when we didn’t have season tickets and we lived in York NE. My dad sold farm machinery and we could snag tickets from time to time from area farmers. Well, there was no more cooler feeling than hearing that phone ring early in the morning with my dad running to answer the phone wondering if something was wrong with a family member. Remember, this is when most folks had one phone and it was centrally located in the house. I remember my dad saying, “yes Jed (or any other name) we will take them, I can drive out to your farm right now and pick them up”. See in Nebraska, sometimes the harvest had but a small window of time and good weather and we would be on the receiving end of a farm family who had to stay back and combine. I remember the excitement of loading up into the International Harvester Scout vehicle my dad drove (he sold IH) and driving out to the farmers house to pick up the coveted tickets. A few years later we were able to nail down season tickets but for about a 5 year period we literally had to beg and borrow (not steal, we are Nebraskans) to find tickets. I remember my first game at Memorial Stadium in November 1972 against K-State. I remember walking in with my older brothers and dad and seeing loads of elementary and high school kids climbing barbed wire fences to “sneak” into the game. My dad was shaking his head mumbling “they’re stealing” and my big brothers and I nudging each other thinking “it was cool”. Go Big Red!