We lived for a number of years in the bright sunlight at the pinnacle of college football. The sun was always shining on the Huskers.
Then Tom retired and a few clouds began to pass through the sky. Steve P, with all the accuracy of a third rate weather forecaster assured us the clouds would be blown away.
Then Callahan happened. There were still a few rays of sunlight, but it got pretty cloudy a lot of the time.
Then Bo happened. The sun seemed to shine a bit more, yet when the clouds came, they were all out prairie thunderstorms and tornadoes.
Then Smiling Mike came to town. His smile and demeanor were all sunshine, with flavored sprinkles. But the sunshine was a two-bit sun-lamp that burned out before it even began to shine.
Coach Frost came to town after a great deal of uncertainty and tumult. The first game of his first season was literally wiped from the field by real storms in the night. The clouds seldom parted after that first storm, but the forecasts were positive.
Scott's second year had the low level of clouds blow away only to reveal the storm cell was much broader and much deeper than imagined. Slight improvement was seen, but the clouds continued to return to cover the sky in Lincoln. What little light there was seemed to be overshadowed by lingering storms.
Then came COVID, the killer of seasons. Truly, right now, the state of our football program is still not known. Most of us have a strong confidence in the coach. We have a combination of optimism mixed with decades long disappointments that make it hard to clear the sky.
I think this is as bad as it gets. The darkest moments before the dawn. When the clouds and covids are cleared away, I think the Huskers will come back into the light.