I remember listening to the games on the radio outside and playing football with my brothers and pretending we were certain husker players. My 1st game was okie at home, seeing the boz. We lost, but man that was fun. For me it was every sat, no matter where I was at, I had to wear red and proudly cheer on the big red.
It is a rite of passage to pass that kind of passion to my kids...and I have. Players, coaches come and go..but the N will always be there.