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Preview: Nebraska at Northwestern

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I don’t even want to talk about football. Last weekend was one of the most care-free and stressless weekends I’ve ever had. It was just so EASY. I was so drunk the whole time. Like ALL weekend. You know what makes me care and makes me stress? Football. Nebraska Cornhusker Football.

I don’t want to talk about the game. Like, I do. But I don’t. Because I just get my hopes up and one of two things happens. I’ll either A) just inflate my ego about being correct, or B) drink myself broke (but jolly) because I was wrong.

And even more, I don’t want to talk about last year. It was one of the more memorable moments from last season, if not the most. I don’t want to talk about it, because it scares me. We let ourselves get in to a hole and had to claw our way back with Big Hefty at quarterback and Little Mustache on the receiving end.

I don’t want to talk about it because of all the failures that needed to happen in order for us to get to that point. Like, we legit had to blow it. I don’t want to talk about it because I don’t want to jinx us.

Yet, here I am, fucking talking about it.

So here we are, coming off a loss again, going into whatever the fuck stadium Northwestern and Trevor Siemian play in and we have to worry about his dumb “arm” because he’s not “mobile.”

We are “rejuvenated” after our “bye week” and our one-time “Heisman” hopeful candidate “Ameer Abdullah” has more “fire” underneath him after gaining only “47” rushing yards. The “Blackshirts” are looking “good” and have really “tightened” themselves up.

“Bo” has said the “loss” is in the “past” and the “Huskers” are moving forward. “Tommy” was hopefully working on his “fundamentals” and has learned to scan through his “progressions.”

Oh, fuck it all. I thought putting quotes around it meant I wasn’t talking about it. But here I am, still typing the words and rambling and…lets just see how it works out.

Look at dogs instead.

The Dog Days of Nebraska

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So we have jack shit going on this week, but I have the time and the energy, so here comes the post no one knew they needed. Bye weeks are always a bit of a bore, but it seems it’s much needed after Nebraska’s loss last week. Here we go…

Presenting: Our Favorite Huskers As Dogs

Tunnel Walk

Almost as cute at the real thing.

Bo Pelini

Bo, and whoever done fucked up.

Soft Bo. Warm Bo. Happy Bo.

John Papuchis

“I got this, I got this”

The Blackshirts

“You’re going nowhere.”

Randy Gregory

SACKED

Jake Cotton

Wobble Wobble Wobble

Mark Pelini

Hut hut…………………………..hike.

Terrell Newby

Such an eager n00b!

Tommy Armstrong

Full of deception. Fumblerooski works every time. Look at that lane he opened up.

DeMornay Pierson-El

Weavin’ and weavin’.

Imani Cross

Pure, muscular terror.

Jordan Westerkamp

What. An. Athlete.

Ameer Abdullah

“Outta my way bitches. I have an endzone to catch.”

“You too.”

Last but not least… Kenny Bell

Kenny Bell is the king of cool.

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Recap: Nebraska at Michigan State

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I’m not giving up. I’m not ready to yet. I’ve given too much of my heart to this team to walk away, turn my back, or blow them off. One loss does not a season make.

It’s true that Nebraska has a tendency to stumble when the national spotlight shines right on them. However, Saturday’s game will go down in history because not only did the Huskers stumble, it was the time that Jake Cotton took Ke$ha a little too seriously.

I really thought these kinds of things weren’t going to happen any more.

But it could be worse… and it has yet to be disputed.

Alas, Cotton’s tumble was only the beginning of our O-line’s woes.

Nebraska’s offensive line was about as effective as a 40-year old condom – just letting every damn thing through.

Sigh. It’s almost like we were playing a real team.

Nebraska did not deserve to win that game, at least for the first three quarters. The team wasted golden opportunities; Tommy looked terrified in the pocket and didn’t look through his progressions, like, ever; Ameer couldn’t get himself any holes. It was nothing short of a clusterfuck. A Huskerfuck? Whatever you call it, it was bad.

A tiny glimmer? For how often our defense had to be out there, we did well enough to keep the Huskers in the game. For a usually high-powered offense like Big Red’s, 27 points should have been nothing to overcome. But we couldn’t, and if it weren’t for the Blackshirts, we wouldn’t have been set up for a potentially thrilling comeback.

We showed something in the 4th quarter. We showed the heart that we hear about. No one gave up, and no one gave in. The D shored up. Tommy calmed down. Two drives resulted in a touchdown. DeMornay Pierson-El kept up his one-man punt-return show, and came through when it was needed most.

For a team that looked dead for three quarters, we were ALIVE. We were thriving. Sure we needed some luck. But what’s that they say about luck? Sometimes it’s pretty fucking stupid except when it goes your way and then it’s totally radical.

Something like that…

Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good. Sometimes it’s better to be lucky and good. Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity. Yadda Yadda blah blah blah.

We weren’t prepared. Not the way we should have been, and certainly not early on. But we got our ducks in a row, our shit together, and we scared MSU, as we should. We were off kilter for 75 percent of a game, with people falling over, and Mark Pelini snapping the ball at will. But for 25% of the game – ONE. FUCKING. QUARTER. – we were on point. It took only one quarter to make it a game. We made it something worthwhile. Maybe MSU is all its are cracked up to be. Maybe we were caught off guard for a bit. One thing is for certain: Nebraska isn’t going to roll over and die. Because god damn, we can keep up with, and surpass this team in the B1G championship when we are firing on all cylinders for four quarters, and of that, I am convinced. If we had gotten just 5 more minutes of productivity in any of the 3 previous quarters, the scoreboard may have told a completely different story.

I still believe, because we’ve got guys like this:

(Side note: Ameer still leads the nation in rushing after only putting up 45 yards on Saturday. So lets all just remember which dog is still top dog, you fucking asshats that have questioned his ability. I’M LOOKING AT YOU EVERY ANALYST EVER.)

Any team that can bounce back, scare the day’s lunch out of your dumb Spartan butthole, and do it without one of its top receivers for half the game?

That’s a team I believe in.

Gotta Have Faith: Florida Atlantic at Nebraksa

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Because I have somehow manage to not look at the actual date on the calendar in the last couple of weeks, I’m a bit behind on my goals for this post and this blog in general. I had huge plans for this site, all of which never came to fruition. I mean, what can you expect? It was only 8.5 months since the bowl game, I got a new position that requires travel, and I perfected my golf game.

Clearly I had bigger fish to fry.

So this is more of an overview of the season, with some jabs at Florida Atlantic thrown in. Besides taking a Conference USA team to task for an entire 800 words before the opener is akin to a pregame show for a linebacker bullying the school band’s tuba player. Sure, the tuba guy will get in a few hits now and then, but we all know who’s waltzing out of there and who limps out bloody and bruised.

Usually around this time of year, I find myself pretty confident. Only a few weeks ago I wrote:

But it seems since then I’ve had what you’d call a crisis of faith, which is great because I’ve always wanted one of those. It’s not just with Husker football, but more like everything just seems a little “blah” lately. Without airing my dirty laundry, life has just been lacking pizzaz.

Then I started reading some more articles. (And boy did I lot to catch up on. This new position at work requires me to actually work while I’m in the office  – like…who the fuck actually does that? – and I’ve had no time to keep up with my boys in red.)

I started making plans for various weekends. I started combing through my closet for my Husker shirts. I dusted off that old corn cob hat. I watched the Kellogg to Westerkamp hail Mary and holy shitballs you bet all your fine asses I’ve got my faith back in the Huskers this year. I am PUMPED. Lets go all in. Lets make this season worthwhile. I will have faith in this team until they give me reason not to. I will have faith in this team until it runs that faith into a blender and they collectively shit it out all over me with the fury of week-old spicy Indian food erupting from the bowels of a French Bulldog. And then I’ll find a reason to have faith the next week, because I’ll be damned if I really do lose it.

I’m back to where I was before, choreographing my touchdown and national championship dances. I’ve got my moves, and I’m ready to show them off.

The road to me making these dance moves public starts Saturday, against some Florida school. Should I be more pacific? It’s Florida Atlantic University, and thank god they spelled it out for us or else I’d never know who the fuck we are playing.

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So FAU comes flying in, and this school is at least vaguely familiar to 95% of Husker fans because it was once home to the Danny DeVito of the Pelini clan. Unfortunately Carl was booted and to elaborate would be plucking low-hanging fruit that’s dangling closer to the ground than the tip of Randy Gregory’s dong. That’s real low.

Now there’s really no hope for FAU to come in and win, since their only insight into the Huskers’ high-powered offense is combing the Missed Connections page on Craigslist. Kenny Bell is going to be flowing and froing his way into the end zone, Imani Cross will be crossing all sorts of boundaries, and Tommy Armstrong will be, well…strong arming his opponents into sucking.

And lets face it. Bringing Ameer Abdullah to this game is like bringing an uzi-wielding 9 year old to a knife fight.

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Recap: Nebraska at Michigan – Bringin’ Down the Big House

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Recap: Nebraska vs. Northwestern

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Saturday, November 2, 2013, will go down in Nebraska folklore as the day that an offensive lineman threw a 49-yard Hail Mary to a young Ron Jeremy to beat Northwestern as time expired.

(And quietly, our main man Ameer Abdullah took the lead for rushing yards in the Big Ten, something I predicted last week. He’s now the 5th leading rusher in the nation. Edit: 6th after Tuesday night’s game, behind by only 15 yards.)

It saved a few jobs…for now. It rejuvenated a fan base…for now.  It made a lot of people happy…for now.

But there were a lot of things that had to wrong before Kellogg-to-Westerkamp reared its beautiful, mustachey head.

Before the game:
1. An ugly loss to UCLA.
2. A Bo Pelini leaked audio  of him cursing the fans.
3. An injured starting QB who was supposed to kick ass, but can’t do that because he may break a toe.
4. A confusing and seemingly  illogical two QB system that doesn’t make much sense to anyone, even Bo.
5. An uglier loss to Minnesota that marred the return of star QB.
6. A pot-smoking, coke-snorting (only once?) former defensive coordinator that is related to our head coach. Oh wait… HAHAHA
7. Questions about the Blackshirts and their ability.
8. The once-named Blackshirts had their Blackshirts taken away.
9. All of the above leading to a disgruntled Husker fan base, on the edge of their seats, and wildly pessimistic.

Gameday:
1. Jamal Turner out.
2. Kenny Bell hurt in the first quarter.
3. A missed field goal
4. Giving up long runs to a 4th (FOURTH ARE YOU KIDDING?!) string running back.
5. Dropped passes
6. FOUR interceptions.

Let’s get down to it. After the first drive, fans went something like this.

Welcomed with positive reviews! Go Tommy!

Oh how quickly the mighty can fall… We needed to keep in mind that despite our good start, we had to keep it into perspective.

Despite my best efforts, no one listened. Northwestern scored on their next possession, forced the Huskers to punt, and then scored again.

That’s pretty neato you have that photo on hand…

Here’s where it got good.

Seriously guys!

And by good, I meant completely unoriginal and repetitive.  Follow those with a missed field goal. Repeat above tweets 10-fold.

Sometime shortly into the second quarter, a Ron Kellogg interception led to a 2-play drive that resulted in a touchdown. 21-7 Northwestern.

Interesting… foreshadowing of something to come.

Reminder: HE WAS FOURTH ON THE DEPTH CHART AT ONE POINT.

Have faith, ye of little faith.

Sorry. Wut? *Points to conference standings.* *Points to 0-4 Northwestern.* *Looks at Joe like he just farted applesauce.*

At least someone is asking the right question. I think I know what is going on here…

Oh, because suddenly we are mind readers… NO ONE CAN SEE YOU POINTING AT YOUR TV YOU DOOFUS AND NO ONE KNOWS YOU’RE AT THE GAME. IN YOUR FIRST TWEET THIS MEANS NORTHWESTERN/NEBRASKA. YOU DIDN’T EVEN MENTION YOU’RE WATCHING OR AT A GAME. HOW ARE YOU A JOURNALIST?

I can just imagine how your conversations regularly go.
Joe: This is cool
Joe’s friend on the phone: What’s cool?
Joe: The thing in my hand!
Joe’s friend on the phone: What the fuck is in your hand?
Joe: THIS!
*click*

On the ensuing drive, Armstrong got some of his mojo back, on a pass to Enunwa.

OH. MY. GOD. That spelling is atrocious. I hope your adviser fails all of you. Especially because this (take notes, Joe, there’s a link there) was your station’s last tweet Saturday. A mere 24 hours later you emerged with no mention of the game. Way to report on the most important thing that happened to your football team you homer. Anyway…

I’d be so mad at this joke if I hadn’t made it before. And later…

That means you don’t want any of your father’s business, and I find that to be an unhealthy relationship. Moving on to more exciting things.

Did you do that on purpose?

Ahhh yes, you must have, Matt. Unless you’re an accidental genius, and in that case whatever.

For America, God dammit! *Cue Lee Greenwood.* “GOD BLESS THE U.S.AAAA!”

Guys! Just you wait. JUST. YOU. WAIT.

The score stayed the same and some stuff happened and then INTERCEPTION.

Basically, no one is happy. I’m facedown in a pile of buffalo sauce and beer, my brother is beating up a homeless man, and the man sitting three down from me is still going on about a missed holding call in the second quarter (one of these is true).

"You mean.... #Jordy?"
“You mean…. #Jordy? But you can call me Jesus if you want.”
“Yeah bro, chill out.
#JordyJesus and I know what we doin’.”

You get your wish.

It just seemed so bleak…

No Taryn. NO. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE YOU.

And then…

HOLY SHIT

EVERYONE LOVES THEM.

EVEN YOU? Like it’s some sort of privilege. Surely he’ll have plenty of ladies to choose from.

See? Already starting.

Mostly dudes… But it seems not everyone was on board.

YOU GO HOME ALEXIS AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID.

And for anyone that was wondering, Westercamp laid it down hard that night…

Kellogg was too happy to be bothering with blow jobs and mustache rides. In his words, he just blacked out and ran.

You guys are so mean… There are benefits.

While some were debating whether Kellogg was fat or just wore thick pads, others were nice.

And of course tides turned.

*Sigh* We are a finicky bunch of folks, that’s for sure.

That’s probably the best idea I’ve heard all week!

But really, what’s important here, is that a lot had to go wrong before we could celebrate as hard and as passionately as we did. A hurt Jamal Turner was replaced by Jordan Westerkamp, a walk-on redshirt freshman. A shaky Tommy Armstrong was pulled at the end of the game. If that missed field goal gets made, it’s possible the Huskers win on a defensive stand, and the Blackshirts revel in the glory. But it’s not the same as a Hail Mary.

Everything leading up to the Hail Mary is what made is special. Sure, an undefeated Husker team would still celebrate a Hail Mary win and the fans would breathe a sigh of relief and still go nuts. But a downtrodden fan base in need of a pick-me-up, a coach possibly on the out, a team full of injuries, a game full of mistakes. It has a different energy. It all makes sense later.

You see what I’m saying? Sometimes you need shitty things to happen in order to enjoy those unique moments. All of those dropped passes, those four interceptions, the missed field goal, the punts…they played an integral part in the making of this story. It all has to go wrong before it goes right.

Even Kellogg played a big part in his own Cinderella story. Say he doesn’t throw that first interception, and the Huskers continue downfield for a touchdown? Suddenly it’s a different game, and a likely ho-hum ending. Or the whole situation is flipped! Northwestern may have won on a Hail Mary. Imagine how we’d feel then. The things we’d say.

We needed those interceptions. We needed Quincy to drop that ball with 4 seconds left. It hurt at the time, but it was a blessing. The Huskers may not have gotten the ball spiked with enough time. They might not have made the field goal. Even if the field goal is made, there’s no guarantee of a win in overtime. But with Kellogg’s pass and Westerkamp’s interception, that W is on the board now and everyone released the powder keg full of tension and anger and sadness and I-could-coach-better-than-Bo claims.

Ron, if you’re fat, then I’m morbidly obese these days. Jordan, you keep rocking the ‘stache. I can’t grow anything like that, so you keep doin’ you. Only you two guys could share that moment. You guys are the ones that made it unique.

So, Ron and Jordan, be proud of yourselves and revel in all of this glory. You deserve it. The team deserves it. The fan base deserves it. We thank you for it. You breathed some life into a lot of people, and maybe some people’s jobs.

Or maybe not…

What about an Our Father?

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Afterthought: Ameer great job you are amazing and you still deserve the Heisman I just got so wrapped up in the hate machine that I didn’t include you and your amazing performance. You’re so good keep it up and next year you’re going to lift that trophy. YAY.