Unfortunately I was born in Ohio instead of Nebraska. I fell in love with the Huskers in the early 90’s. I was 9 years old and will never forget watching Nebraska vs Miami in 1994. I was hooked. My Husker love continued through High School and you can imagine the hate I got from all my Buckeye friends. It is something I’ve dealt with my whole life. Jaws would drop when Buckeye fans found out I loved Nebraska. After High School I Joined the Marine Corps and kept a Nebraska flag in my room. I would frequently get asked “Are you from Nebraska Ogden?” I would reply “No” and would proceed to get looked at like I was crazy. No one could really understand my love for the team. I brought that Flag to Iraq. Twice. It became my good luck charm. In some strange way it made wherever I was Home. Whether it be in the middle of Fallujah or some other small city I was in. It became known throughout the Battalion that I was the Ohio, Nebraska Guy. I loved it. Except for that Ohio part. When I found out Nebraska was joining the BIG10 I was thrilled. I finally got to see my team play near where I lived. I was able to watch their games on the BIG10 Network. My dream of finally going to a Nebraska game was gonna be realized, although they would be away games. I made my way to Ann Arbor to watch Nebraska play Michigan and lose. I made my way to Indianapolis to watch Nebraska play Wisconsin and lose. I have to say I was sad they lost those games but watching Nebraska play live was something that gave me more joy than anything I can remember. Getting to sit in stand with other Nebraska fans felt as if it were meant to be. I made many Husker friends while I was at those games. I soaked up everything from those experiences. I want to thank you for the awesome content and that This Nebraska Fan who should have been born in Lincoln. Go Big Red. Tim Ogden
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Dear Fellow Huskers,
I don’t expect many people to read this letter. I expect even less to care what I think. However, I do want to share some things I’ve seen over the last week and, honestly, over the past decade.
I’ll start here: I was born on a warm summer day in 1980. May 4th if you’re keeping score. It has since been dubbed ” May the 4th be with you” Which I think is super dumb because I’m not a fan of Star Wars. So here’s something I love – My Birthday, the day I entered this world and it has been changed to something that I think is stupid BUT I have to accept it. Now, if I throw a birthday party and someone says to me, “Hey dude, May the 4th be with you”, I don’t say “Shut up Nerd”. That would make me a jerk. I would probably say something like “My birthday it is” because I would want to try to relate to my friend and Yoda is the only thing I know about Star Wars. Lets go one step farther, If they threw a party for me that was Star Wars themed I would just be happy to be there with my friends. I would still think that Star Wars sucks.
My anecdote might be trite. But I’m trying here. Stay with me.
I live in L.A. and I get really excited when I get to see a game and be around fellow Nebraskans. I view everyone of you as my friend. Until you’re a jerk. Then we are no longer long lost Huskers swirling through football season together. Here’s what I’ve noticed, the further away from the 90’s we get, the more mean stuff I hear. I think it was probably always there but the internet just helped it rear its ugly head. (DAMN YOU AL GORE)! Husker fans are known for being nice to opposing fans and I believe with 100% certainty that we are the most well mannered fans in the country. To the other teams. Not to each other. So please lets all stop real quick hold hands and sing Kumbaya. The End.
People are perceived by how they handle situations. If the fans melt down and turn on each other. Which is what’s happening. Want proof? Go to any forum or comment thread. How do we expect a team to play with confidence when their support system is crumbling all around them. Because thats what we are as fans. A support system. That’s the only reason football exists. If you want to end a culture take away the people that created it and passed it down from generation to generation.
Football is more complicated now than it ever was. (DAMN YOU ESPN)! Plus everything is already working against us. We have no beach, we don’t buy our players houses and now it seems as if we can’t even get along with each other. The name calling, the tweeting players, hell the students can’t even agree if we should have a red out or a black out. Its getting out of hand.
And to make it all worse, I have to publicly admit that I’m a hypocrite. The worst kind of hypocrite. The kind that writes open letters about things he does sometimes. I tweeted Terry Joseph when he left and asked what it felt like to be a dirty, filthy Aggie. I’ve used the term “Blue Hair”. I think the term “Hip Hop Hogwash” is the funniest thing I’ve heard in awhile. I’m the absolute worst kind of person.
So if I can notice what I’m becoming as a fan maybe others can too.
To the Devaney Generation: Thank you for creating something I love so much. Probably to an unhealthy level. Please understand though, that we want to stand up and yell and scream. It is possible to be rowdy and respectful at the same time. Oh and hip hop music is okay just give it a chance. I suggest starting with MC Hammer or Macklemore and building up from there until eventually you end up on Rhymefest and Outkast.
To the Osborne Generation: My brethren, Osborne left and he is never coming back and no one will ever be him and thats what makes him great. Live in the moment. Cheer for this team not Fraziers team. We have a new Tommy now and he’s our starter so lets cheer him on as loud as we can and as often as he can. Let Bo tell him when, where and how he messes up. His job is to coach, our job is to cheer. If you want to bitch and moan thats great but turn off your computer first. No one likes a typist tough guy, just like no one likes a guy who honks at you, flips you the bird and drives away. Its cowardly.
To the Pelini Generation: Please keep this thing afloat so I can share it with my kids. I’ve been looking forward to doing that since my dad shared it with me. Don’t forget the Huskers that came before you. I get that drinking is fun. Hell, I probably drank too many beers last night (DAMN YOU PBR)! But is drinking really more fun than staying in your seats all the way through a game and rushing the field and THEN going to drink more? The answer is no. Its not. We need you and the team needs you. Be nice to your elders. They are the reason people outside of Nebraska pay any attention to this little (but wonderful) city in the middle of nowhere. Plus, Remember that no matter if we never play them again, TEXAS WILL ALWAYS BE THE WORST!
Alright thats all I have to say. If you made it this far thank you for reading it and if you know Ameer Abdullah tell him I love him. I’m sorry if I just made this awkward.
May the force be with you,
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