The Long Ride Home
To all of you enduring a ten hour, painful hungover drive today, I salute. I say kudos to all of you and your dedication. So what if we lost. It happens. You were there, that's all that matters. Ten years from now do you think anyone will even remember Nebraska's final game in the big 12 against our biggest competitor OU? Well, perhaps. But I have a good feeling many good memories were made last night in that sleepy little town of Arlington. Big 12 memories that won't happen again. So as you sit in the back seat with a pounding headache and an un-quenching dry throat as Lady Gaga plays in the background because you are all too hungover to even change the song and you're craving more french fries and Doritos even though you just had pizza ten minutes ago, remember that it was all worth it. You can't put a price on Husker fun. Sure, I might have been pretty comfy on my couch last night sitting in sweats with a glass of wine, but my comfort also quickly diminished as I am ashamed to admit I became a bit caught up in FB. I shouldn't have, I realize this, but I just couldn't help myself from getting all riled up reading douche statuses. I don't really mind the fans with broken hearts who were taking their pain out on Taylor, "leave T Magic," "We don't want you here anyway you pansy," ext and ext, it was obvious these people were just a tad bitter, like when a girl claims she is happy her boyfriend is dating the hotter, skinnier girl from the sorority next store. They're just desperate and sad, like I said, it happens. Here's what I do mind, all the ignorant Nebrasky's posting things such as, "haha like I said the Huskers and their coaches suck, they finally proved it," or "whoever said Huskers have the best fans doesn't know anything, Husker fans are such a joke," even a few, "glad the Huskers lost I could care less smiles, giggles, hugs." Where do I even begin... I shouldn't begin, really, because it's over. It is what it is. I guess what bothers me about all of these, I'll borrow a word from Fb Girl "haters" is the fact that they are so vindictive and resentful about a team they claim to "not care about." Why all of the evil then I ask? This would be like me going off about ... Um... Kelly Clarkson? I don't know she is the only celeb that popped to mind who I could really care less about. Everybody knows spouting really mean or really good things simply means you are passionate about that subject for one reason or another. It's like me and Amber for example. I only hate Amber because I worry so for little Leah. I only hate April because I have so much love for Catelynn and Butch. So to all of you angry little people on Facebook last night I just ask that you allow a little more love into your heart and little less hate, don't be so angry that your JuCo didn't have a football team. You didn't have to go to UNL to be a great fan, don't you know that? Huskers accept all fans, ignorant and smart, cute and ugly. So next time you're sitting on your hand-me-down corduroy couch pretending not to watch the Husker game sipping on Busch Light waiting for your high school girlfriend to come over, Facebooking on your 2006 Pearl Blackberry writing mean things, just don't. Go put on some nice Hollister jeans, a good looking Aeropostale polo and head to any close by bar without a cover and just try to embrace the Husker culture. You know you want to. Whenever you're ready we'll be waiting. Maybe you'll even meet a friend willing to take you to your first Husker game next season.
