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My opinion is that an NCAA-imposed death penalty for PSU's football program would accomplish nothing except to feed the public's lust for vengeance. It certainly would not help the university or the football program unless decades of recovery and millions in lost revenue (in addition to all that they will eventually be paying in legal and civil costs anyway) is a positive change. We all want to see PSU hit hard and pay a steep price, and they surely will. But I agree that this is a legal issue, not an NCAA issue. From the legal/civil side, Shultz, Curley, and Spanier are already out of a job, and hopefully they will do some hard time for all of this (hoping of course that Spanier gets brought up on charges as well). Whatever PSU ends up paying from civil suits will never be enough. If more people are eventually found to have been involved in the cover up, I hope they go down in flames as well. I wish they could resurrect Paterno from the dead just so he could rot in prison a few years before he dies again. I hope the legal and civil aspect to all of this is thorough, severe, and swift. If so, I would hope and expect that the rolling heads, staggering costs, and lost reputation will be enough of a penalty for PSU and enough of a lesson to others that such horrors can never be tolerated. If the NCAA had standing to do anything, I wish they would as well, but realistically speaking, after seeing how the NCAA has bungled other issues and dragged their feet on more, I would not trust them or expect them to do anything meaningful. So based on that, I say leave the NCAA out of the PSU mess and let the school take their lumps and pay their dues otherwise.

1999 was the first year for the Field Turf. I think they have replaced it once since then, which is when they went to the multi-colored greens we currently have. I like the current look, myself.

Hmmmm, this is going to be more difficult than I thought.

1999, Texas A&M: I was in the Marching Band at the time, and during the band's little parade from the Music Building to the stadium prior to each game, it was a normal thing for the person on the outside of each row to touch a particular street sign that we passed along the way. Somewhere along the line, it became a tradition for me to actually punch the sign. Being a thin piece of aluminum, if you punched the edge of the sign just right, it made a really loud bang, and the onlookers would often cheer in approval every week when I did it. So anyhoo, on the way to the stadium for the A&M game in '99, I wound up for the punch like normal, but instead of blasting the edge of the sign, I landed right in the middle of it, where the heavy wooden post supported it. I still got the usual cheer from the band fans as we marched by but FUUUUUUUUUK.... Had to keep marching and playing so I couldn't look at the damage until we got to the stadium. Standing in the tunnel before pregame, I looked down at my right hand, and it was starting to swell, and throbbing with extreme pain. I could barely move my fingers, let alone play the keys on my trumpet. The hand is broken. Should I go to the First Aid station? Well, I was the first person out of tunnel in my corner of the stadium and led a whole line onto the field, so I sucked it up and marched my spot in the pregame show, in too much pain to actually play the instrument, though. When I finally got to the stands, I peeled my glove off to reveal a purplish hand that kind of looked like one of those rubber medical gloves when you blow it up like a balloon. My friends are like, yeah dude, that doesn't look good, you need to go to the First Aid station. Well, it turns out that our halftime show that week had me front and center near the 50 at the front of several formations (I wasn't a bigshot or anything, it just turns out in the marching drill for that week that I was a critical spot), and I didn't want a medic or anyone to pull me from the show just because my fcking hand was broke and I couldn't play. So I marched the halftime show anyway, and got the hand looked at afterward. I had broken the little bone in the hand that runs from the wrist to the pinky and smashed in the pinky knuckle. To this day, when I make a fist with my right hand, the knuckles slope down at the pinky.

***wanders around aimlessly, confused, but ready to win***

I'm new here. What do I win?

1) How long have you been a member of Husker Nation? Forever 2) What/who led you to The Nation? Learned behavior, severely influenced by my family environment. 3) Where are you from originally? Kearney, NE 4) Where do you live now? Lincoln, but moving back to Kearney next week after being gone for over 17 years 5) Favorite Husker memory? many to choose from, but here's a couple faves: Scott Frost's postgame speech at the 98 Orange Bowl, the ballshaking loudness of the stadium when Crouch caught that pass against OU in 2001 6) Worst Husker memory? the physical illness that resulted from watching the Texas Tech game in 2004 7) Number of home games attended? 43 8) Number of away games attended? 15 9) Favorite Husker memorabilia/apparel? A book signed by Tommie Frazier and a few others (Turman, Vedral, Holbein, I think) during a Husker banquet in Estes Park in 97. 10) Favorite place to watch a Husker game? (section in Memorial, bar, friends house etc.) Can't beat standing in Section 10 with a Marching Band uniform on, but with those days being long gone, there is nothing better than sitting on the couch at home with my family. 11) Favorite all time player? too hard to decide 12) WCO or Option? Option 13) Stevie Pederson or Billy Byrne? Byrne is the lesser of two evils, I guess 14) Lil Red or Herbie Husker? Nobody likes Lil Red. Go away Lil Red. You are an abomination. 15) Favorite Husker play? "The Catch" (Mizzou 1997) 16) Favorite game-day beverage? Xingu Black Beer 17) How did you find HuskerBoard? (referral source) Woke up next to it after a night of drinking. Had trouble walking and had a stale taste of corn in my mouth. Quickly found my pants and left.

Not only did it take Wildlife Services a long time to finally track down the bear, it took them a very long time to count all of the sheep. They kept falling asleep in the process.