Cy the Cyclone
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Here's a story to cheer you all up and take your mind off of your problems...cuz I like a happy Husker much more than a morose one...
I recently found my game films from 1984 so took a look to remind myself why I ever was stupid enough to play football. My senior year...we weren't good, or even mediocre...the usual ISU team. When we were playing Nebraska, We did some two tight end sets because Alex Espinosa was getting crushed when we tried passing. Our D was actually doing real well (until the beer and cigarettes kicked in in the 4th, after which we got buried)...so we were going with the 1 yard and a cloud of dust option three times then punt game plan (you all should consider Jim Criner to be your new coach...everybody already hates him) and I was getting a few reps. I pretty much got manhandled on both sides of the formation. I counted three times that #87 pretty much ran me over and one time where #90 just picked me up and threw me. But, the hardest hit I took that entire game was when some little pissant DB got me right in the ribs, knocked the wind out of me and left me laying on the field thinking the last thing I was going to see before I died was the face of our butt ugly trainer. Unfortunately, I lived to lose another day and had a wonderful bruise that was the color of a beautiful fall sunset. #10 the kid's number was. He was real ugly and missing all his teeth and had crossed eyes...actually, I didn't even see him coming...but I could smell him! You damn Huskers!
Anyway...that kid could him like a ton of bricks. He gets my "Hardest Husker Hitter" award...
I'm going to get these tapes digitized. I'll post some clips when I can
I recently found my game films from 1984 so took a look to remind myself why I ever was stupid enough to play football. My senior year...we weren't good, or even mediocre...the usual ISU team. When we were playing Nebraska, We did some two tight end sets because Alex Espinosa was getting crushed when we tried passing. Our D was actually doing real well (until the beer and cigarettes kicked in in the 4th, after which we got buried)...so we were going with the 1 yard and a cloud of dust option three times then punt game plan (you all should consider Jim Criner to be your new coach...everybody already hates him) and I was getting a few reps. I pretty much got manhandled on both sides of the formation. I counted three times that #87 pretty much ran me over and one time where #90 just picked me up and threw me. But, the hardest hit I took that entire game was when some little pissant DB got me right in the ribs, knocked the wind out of me and left me laying on the field thinking the last thing I was going to see before I died was the face of our butt ugly trainer. Unfortunately, I lived to lose another day and had a wonderful bruise that was the color of a beautiful fall sunset. #10 the kid's number was. He was real ugly and missing all his teeth and had crossed eyes...actually, I didn't even see him coming...but I could smell him! You damn Huskers!
Anyway...that kid could him like a ton of bricks. He gets my "Hardest Husker Hitter" award...
I'm going to get these tapes digitized. I'll post some clips when I can