This is going to be the first of several Big Red Cobcast/Through These Gates giveaways leading up to the season.
In this one, the winner will receive one (1) DVD OR (1) Blu Ray of the documentary film, Through These Gates (autographed by the director). The winner will also receive one (1) Through These Gates T-Shirt in either size Medium or size Large and will also receive one (1) Through These Gates hooded sweatshirt in size Medium or Large.
The way this works is by clicking on the contest below you can enter to win digital raffle tickets by completing simple social media tasks. After a week, a winner will randomly be chosen by Gleam and we’ll contact you! The contest will run from March 13th-19th.
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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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Today, I was sitting at my computer looking around my Los Angeles office (don’t be impressed, its the extra bedroom in my apartment) and I pulled out my autographed football that I took around with me to all the interviews I did for “Through These Gates”. As I started looking at the names: Tom Osborne, Larry the Cable Guy, Jack Hoffman, Charlie McBride, Tommie Frazier; I got a little choked up. The last three years have been the most exciting, emotional and proud years of my life. I made a movie. People watched my movie. My friends bragged about the movie. I traveled Nebraska and both coasts with Husker Max. I have so many stories to tell now, I catch myself saying things like “Well, Tommie Frazier told me…” and I’m not lying, he did actually tell me!
Tomorrow is the first Friday before the first game and that day will always be a special one for me. Last year we screened to a sold out crowd at the Rococo Theater in Lincoln on that day. I wore a bow tie. I never wear bowties. Hell, I never wear ties. Jason Peter showed up and Milt Tenopir did too as well as 400 plus of my new best friends. I tried not to cry as I stood at the microphone and looked out at a mini sea of red. I was so afraid that they would hate the film, that they would think it was cheesy or heavy handed. Most people didn’t know that I quit my job to make this film. That I produced, directed, filmed and edited the film myself obviously with the help of others mind you. Most people weren’t aware that we had a hundred bucks to make the film in the beginning or that I borrowed my friends film equipment so that I could try to tell our story. At that time in the whole process people didn’t understand that this film didn’t exist without the culture of Husker fans that helped create it. I was given so many opportunities to make our film because of the people in Nebraska lending me a hand. Thats the thing that I took away from all of this, people will still help you if you ask. Thats all you have to do is speak up, work like you mean it and give it all you got.
Lets be honest, not very many people have seen my movie. Maybe 20,000 – and that’s a guess. Thats not very many, thats about 1% of Nebraska. This movie will never win awards or accolades. It didn’t get into the “big” film festivals. No one has heard of the first time movie director who made a movie about the fans of Nebraska and his hometowns culture. That wasn’t why I made it. I made it because I love Nebraska and I’m proud to be a Cornhusker. I can say this with 100% certainty – I am more proud of where I’m from than anything else about me. I’m proud of growing up with dirt under my fingernails and calluses covering both hands. I’m proud of falling off of roofs, jumping from hay bail to hay bail and swinging on rope swings in my cousins barn. I’m proud that I learned to run a jackhammer when i was 14. My dad taught me to work hard, speak your mind and always be a Husker. Los Angeles won’t change that.
When I look at that football on my shelf thats what I see. I don’t see a bunch of college football players autographs, I see a state that understands me because somewhere inside they are just like me.
Oh and One last thing, Tommie Frazier told me, “Win or lose, if you gave it all you got thats all that matters, that’s what they care about.” Well, for what its worth, I gave it all I got and as we start the 2014 season I hope that, more than just winning, we play hard, we play right and we give it all we got because thats all that really matters. the movies tag line is: “Being a husker is bigger than football” and I believe in that more now than I ever have.
Go Big Red,
Being a Husker isn’t just about celebrating what happens on the football field. It’s about celebrating our community. When Tweedy first told me he was going to produce a documentary on Husker fans, I was proud. When it was finally completed (and again when I saw it), those feelings of pride grew exponentially. Not only was this a great film, this was a great film produced by a friend, someone from my college community.
This all began to feel the way the mid-1990s felt as a resident of Auburn, NE. The Huskers’ three national championships in that period made Auburn happy on their own, to be sure, but much of the town’s elation was derived from seeing three former Auburn Bulldogs on the roster at that time. Two of them, Chad and Chris Kelsay, were starters and went on to play in the NFL. But Auburn fans were every bit as proud of Quint Hogrefe, a star high school running back who could have gone to any number of Big Eight schools on scholarship. Quint instead chose to walk on to Nebraska as a linebacker, where he eventually earned a scholarship while winning four varsity letters and being a part of three national championship teams and four Academic All-America teams. He’s also the guy jumping up and down on the sideline during Tommie Frazier’s legendary run in the Fiesta Bowl.
I remember reading an article about Bubba Starling a few years back. His high school coach said that he did a great job avoiding the mess that comes with being a big-time athlete. He said that growing up in small towns, everyone wants to take the big star down a peg or two, that it comes with the territory in these rural communities. This was not the small-town life I grew to know in Nebraska. When Chad Kelsay became the town’s first-ever big-college signee, we all framed the Nemaha County Herald’s picture of him doing so. When Chris Kelsay was drafted, I suddenly saw #90 Buffalo Bills jerseys (and you have to custom order those things). When our high school speech team won a state championship my sophomore year of high school, the town threw a pep rally. It’s just what we do.
In 1998, the senior season for Quint and Chad (and the first year on campus for Chris), the town of Auburn threw a post-game party for all of the Auburn-bred Huskers. My family went to the game. The only way we could get tickets was if our family was completely separated. My dad, my step-mom, my younger brother and I sat in four different sections. The angle wasn’t great for anyone involved. Ricky Williams was as much of a beast 43 rows up as he was from the ninth row. But the disappointment of the loss quickly faded into the joy of community. Seventy miles from home, in a full hotel ballroom, were all of my teachers, several downtown businessmen, and so many of my neighbors. All to say “hi” and “thanks” to these young men who had made us proud. You know who else was in the crowd? Several other Huskers. As a newly minted 15-year-old, I had recently developed the testicular fortitude to start a random conversation with Mike Rucker. He had been amazed that day. Not by the talent of one of college football’s greatest running backs, but by the sense of community he was witnessing.
So anytime anyone asks me about Through These Gates. Not only do I tell them about the beautiful photography, the moving story and the incredible music, but I also usually tell them that story. This is my community.
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Alright Huskers, here it is – our second “Through These Gates” autographed DVD give away BUT this one is better than the first one. Why? Because we have joined up with Corn Nation (www.cornnation.com) to have an even better gift bag. This time not only are we including a “Through These Gates” hoodie but also a Corn Nation t-shirt to boot. Are you excited! Me too!
Okay, so heres how it works! For each social media task you complete below you get one entry into the competition. So, as an example, if you follow us on twitter and on facebook then you get two entries. If you complete every task you get 9. Some tasks can be completed daily for extra entries, such as retweeting or sharing a status, etc. So not only are you entering for a chance to win cool prizes, you are also helping to promote Husker stuff. Thanks guys!
We are an independent production company and not only do we rely on word of mouth but WE ALSO REALLY APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!
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Alright Huskers, Over the next 6 months we will be having various giveaways. Starting with the first one on July 7th through July 11th we will be giving away an autographed copy of “Through These Gates”. The winner will be announced next weekend.
Think of it as an online raffle BUT the catch is that the raffle tickets are free. Follow the link above and perform the social media tasks such as “like” us on facebook, “follow” us on twitter or watch our trailer on youtube. Every task you perform gets you one more entry into the contest. You can come back and enter every day. The link above will keep tabs on the entries and then randomly pick a winner and tell us who it is and then we will ship the DVD off. BOOM! It doesn’t get any easier than that. Winning this contest is as easy as beating Pacific was for the 95 Huskers. So go forth and like, share, click, watch, view and hopefully this will help you kill time until Fall.
Oh and I almost forgot GO BIG RED
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I actually have two stories.
I was born and raised in Omaha and have been a Husker fan since I was 10 years old. There was nothing like listening to Lyle Bremser on Saturday afternoons! I was lucky enough to be able to go to a couple of Husker games while I was in high school. I got married and moved to Ohio in 1976….but I have stayed a Husker fan all these years!
About ten years ago my Mom and I decided to try to get tickets to a game. We got tickets and have had a “Mother-Daughter Football Weekend” almost every year since then! Mom was here visiting me in Ohio about four years ago and fell and broke her hip, so we didn’t get to go that year. She had her other hip replaced last year in May, but was ready and able to attend the game last year! She turned 83 this February, and although a little slower, we have plans to go to another game this fall. Our football Saturday starts out with the drive to Lincoln from Omaha. We park and walk to the Husker Nation, then to the Tunnel Walk area. My cousin sells pop from a location there, so we stop to visit. Then on to our seats!
The north stadium is best because it has a railing to help us up! We are usually hoarse by the time the game is over and we’ve had great weather every year! There’s no leaving early….we wait until the end! The first year as the Tunnel Walk started we both had tears in our eyes. We said it was the sunshine, but I know it was from the excitement and pride of watching our team run onto the field! Go Big Red! My other story is this: I have two sons. One I call my “good son” and the other is a Buckeye! My good son Dan has been a Husker most of his life. He’s 31 and will defend our team no matter what! He loves to wear his Big Red shirts and tells everybody that his love of Husker football came from his Mom and Grandma! Dan went along one year to a “Mother-Daughter Football Weekend” and I made shirts for us to wear. Mom’s shirt said, “1st Generation” on the back; mine was “2nd Generation”; and Dan’s was “3rd Generation”. We got lots of comments from those! (Living in Ohio now since Nebraska is in the Big Ten has given me some opportunities to visit away games too. We’ve been to Michigan and last year to Purdue.
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Heres the thing, maybe I’m getting a little sentimental with age or maybe I’m a little home sick or maybe I miss being as busy as I was a year ago but this time in 2013 I was wrapping up the edit and preparing to take my movie all over the country. The only thing was – I didn’t know it was going to be all over the country. I thought I’d be showing it all over Nebraska. We actually ended up showing it in 63 cities in 15 states, all the way from California to Florida to New York City. Yep we showed our movie everywhere. I’ve even shipped copies to Germany and Japan.
I met so many people that I couldn’t begin to talk about them all. I met the coach of the Ainsworth high school football team. In his first season, he coached them their first win in 6 seasons. Full of energy, he convinced me that they were on their way to winning state. He believed in his kids and he believed in himself. I got reacquainted with a classmate from my elementary school who set up the screening in the middle of Manhattan. 20+ years later and she still helped an old friend. I drank beers with every local in every small town: Scottsbluff, Alliance, Seward, Grand Island, York, Papillion, Kearney, and so many many more. I had the best steak I have ever had at Tim Jorgensons house in North Platte. I doubt that I’ll ever have the opportunity to do something as amazing as that tour ever again. I owe Dave “Husker” Max so much for setting it all up.
The greatest night I’ve ever had was the screening at the Rococo in my hometown, Lincoln. I can’t even begin to type out all the great things that happened. I got to watch my film with 400 of my new favorite people. The Husker Elvis’s were there and the Real Life Herbie Husker also made an appearance. Milt Tenopir and Jason Peter showed up to watch with us. Jason was kind enough to ask me to speak at Larry the Cable Guys annual golf outing the following month. I made Larry laugh. It was a cool moment for me.
So the reason that I’m writing this article is to ask everyone that came to a screening to send me there stories for my blog and also just so I have them to take out on a rainy day in 2032. Please tell me what you thought. Did we meet? What do you remember? Why are you a Husker? Do you view the whole thing differently now? If you can share a story with me please do. I want to keep this community feeling going because I have missed it. If you don’t have anything to add then please share it with someone who might.
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I grew up in a small town in northeast Nebraska, where every Saturday in the fall the Nebraska game was on the radio. When it was time for me to select a college, I had only one choice in mind, and so I got to see lots of Husker games for four years. Now I have moved to Minnesota and have converted my Minnesota husband into a big Nebraska fan.
I would like to share our story of the reputation of Husker Fans outside of Memorial Stadium. My husband and I went to the Virginia Tech-Nebraska game at Virginia Tech, September 2009. My husband’s college friends who live in Virginia got a parking pass so we could park on campus. We brought our tailgating supplies and arrived a few hours before the game to relax, take in the atmosphere, and walk around the beautiful campus. When we arrived and began unpacking our gear, we were given the usual friendly jabs from a few VT fans. The afternoon became quite warm and sunny, and we decided to move our tailgating to a shady area. As we settled into our new spot, a young co-ed from VT came over to us and asked if we would like to join their tailgating party. We followed her to their party, and every one of them was very, very friendly and welcoming. As we talked with their fans, we found out that during the week the radio stations were promoting that everyone be very friendly to the Nebraska fans at the game. This was being promoted because the previous year in Lincoln the Virginia Tech fans said they were treated like royalty. The Nebraska fans were so nice to all the Virginia Tech fans in Lincoln and they wanted to return the friendship. They told us that they have never received such royal treatment at an away game and enjoyed their experience in Lincoln.
During the course of the afternoon we encountered other Virginia Tech fans who went out of their way to come and welcome us. After the game, which we should have won, several people in the stands came and shook our hands and thanked us for coming. Also, the VT fans were amazed at the number of fans that came from Nebraska – they have never had that many from a visiting team come to Virginia Tech.
This experience makes us so proud to be Husker Fans!
There is no place like Nebraska!!! GO BIG RED!!!
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I too was born and raised in Lincoln. My father taught at the university for 30 years. He lived and died husker football.
I have very early memories (age 4, 1972) watching my parents leaving for the game and being jealous. i would go out into my back yard and listen to Lyell Bremser’s play by play and act out the game. Dave Humm was my first hero. I asked my parents to measure out 6’0 so i could see how high I would need to grow to be his size.
When I was 5, I finally got my chance. I road the bus downtown from southeast Lincoln with my Dad. When we got off the bus, I asked him where the stadium was. He said, “Just follow the people in red.”
We walked across campus, past Love Library, Oldfather and into east stadium. I have very vivid memories of being crowded by people, who towered over me at the time. I squeezed my Dad’s hand tightly, as we snaked up the ramps and into the stadium. We exited the tunnel and there was the field and stadium. There was an amazing ‘wow’ factor. To see it person. You have to remember this was back before ESPN and all the games being televised. We would see the OU game and the bowl game on TV and that was it. For the entire year.
My dad bought some stale popcorn and a hotdog. I recall we won by a large margin. I was hooked.
Through the years I would have all sorts of experiences with Memorial Stadium. Selling coke when I was in junior high ($1.00 a coke, I’d make 14 cents profit per coke). The summer I was 16 I got a job helping out putting the astro turf on the field. This was the year after the scoring explosion and the 1983 Orange Bowl heartbreak. I remember Rozier and Fryar coming by one time to look at the progress of the new astro turf and telling us about how they had just had come back from seeing the Jacksons in Kansas City. I also remember having to use the restroom one day and ducking into the locker rooms that were then in the south stadium. There was an incredibly old, age spot old man weighing himself on the scale in there. Who was that guy? It was Bob Devaney.
Later, I would go to the games in college and sit with my friends. I once called a game while taking a sports broadcasting class.
My Dad died in 2000. A week after the great OU game where Crouch scored on the pass.
Now I am a Dad. My two boys hold my hand tightly as we walk into the stadium. I buy them the snacks and the balloon and I can’t help but think of him. I like to think I am carrying on the tradition. He would tell me about listening to the first Rose Bowl game on the radio; now when I am not at the game, my sons and I sit in our ‘man cave” and watch it on a 55″ HD screen. The technology has changed; but the passion is the same.
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I was born in Madison, WI – at 6 months my family moved to Topeka, KS – then at 3 years old we moved to Arkansas where I lived for the next 30+ years.
I’ve thought many times about how and why I became such a big Husker fan – and I think I’ve figured it out. My father was in car business, which required him to work long hours, including Saturdays. This fact meant that while all my childhood friends in Arkansas where watching Razorback games with their pop, I was free to watch whoever I wanted. Now keep in mind, we’re talking late 70’s here, so the variety of games on TV is nothing like it is today. But I can remember watching a Nebraska/OU Thanksgiving game at around age 5 or so and just falling in love. I loved the uniforms, the way they played, the defense, the coach…..EVERYTHING! Needless to say NU won that game and I was hooked.
The stability of the program since then, with Tom Osborne remaining Head Coach well into my adult years, certainly reinforced my commitment. Simply put, NU never gave me a reason to ‘jump off the bandwagon’. When TO went for 2 in ’83, I knew there would never be another team I would love so much. Then the dominance of the 90’s brought about such pride and satisfaction, I was so very proud to be able to call myself a Husker fan.
My love of the ‘Skers is so pronounced that I’ve since moved to NE, currently living in Grand Island. I know I’m not a native to the state nor an alum of the University, but it would be very difficult for anyone to appreciate Nebraska athletics more than I do.
Forever Go Big Red!!
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