Roundball Shaman
Four-Star Recruit
Football in the Spring would never be awesome.
Football is meant to be played with the amber sun low in the autumn sky or under thick grey overcast with strong winds howling in across the Great Plains into our mask-free faces with snow flurries gathering on our coats and hoodies to add spice to the Massive Sea of Red that fills the huge Lincoln stadium along with the hearts and souls of Husker Nation everywhere.
Football is meant to played when smiling folks are outdoors raking leaves into piles while listening to radios blaring The Big Red play-by-play of yet another dominating performance against a hapless, overmatched opponent and the Husker march to another National Championship.
Football is meant to be played, but not when baseball bats are cracking and basketball twine is singing sweet tunes and pucks are being slapped into the backs of hockey nets behind confused goaltenders.
Football is meant to be played... but never in Springtime.
Football is meant to be played with the amber sun low in the autumn sky or under thick grey overcast with strong winds howling in across the Great Plains into our mask-free faces with snow flurries gathering on our coats and hoodies to add spice to the Massive Sea of Red that fills the huge Lincoln stadium along with the hearts and souls of Husker Nation everywhere.
Football is meant to played when smiling folks are outdoors raking leaves into piles while listening to radios blaring The Big Red play-by-play of yet another dominating performance against a hapless, overmatched opponent and the Husker march to another National Championship.
Football is meant to be played, but not when baseball bats are cracking and basketball twine is singing sweet tunes and pucks are being slapped into the backs of hockey nets behind confused goaltenders.
Football is meant to be played... but never in Springtime.