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This thread should be fired.

3 hours ago, UniversalMartin said:

I just added it for impact...I have not heard his name brought up

2 hours ago, 308_Husker said:

You should not have said it, then. 

Which really could be said about the whole thread since it’s all conjecture at best. Somebody is maybe leaving. Maybe everybody is leaving. Maybe everybody is staying. Nobody has the inside scoop on what will happen. Maybe.

But there’s one measurement — the most important one — that stands out like a flashing light.

How many games did they coach at Nebraska before reaching the 19th loss?

Solich: 76

Callahan: 45

Pelini: 67

Riley: 38

Frost: 29

So, if Nebraska wins the next 46 games straight, Frost will be just one behind  Solich. I’m cool with that.  

I don't know the answer, but have we ever won before without scoring a touchdown? 

Good thread and I've enjoyed reading the stories. I guess I'll add mine to the pot for what it's worth.

1982 was the year of my "conversion." I was 10 years old and growing up in Minnesota. I liked the Vikings but they were pathetic at best and I defaced and colored all my Walter Payton cards (which would be worth a nice penny today) since he typically had career days against my Vikes. I was impressionable and looking for somebody to root for that could actually win because I wasn't going to find it at that time in Minnesota. My grade school teacher happened to be a Nebraska fan. He was a nice guy.

It just so happened that my older brother was going to be visiting colleges down in Nebraska and around the Lincoln area. Still too young to stay home alone, my parents took me with. When my teacher found out about it, he just said, "I hope you get to be in Lincoln on a game day." We took the drive down and after a couple of days of visits, we ended up in Lincoln on a Saturday to grab a bite to eat and then head home. Little did I or my parents know what happens in Lincoln on a game day. We inched along in traffic and I saw red everywhere–flags, motor homes, banners, etc. We get downtown and everyone is wearing red. I was overwhelmed. We listened to the game on the radio and all I could think was "this is where some of the greatest players in the country are at right now!" We finally got to a restaurant to eat and by the time we were done, the game was over.

I begged my parents to take me by the stadium and maybe even pick up a t-shirt from a "Big Red" store. They obliged and I would have 30 minutes to explore the premises. I took pictures of the stadium from the outside. I walked around until I could see into the stadium through a gate. I took pictures through the fence and then noticed that one of the gates was open. I asked my dad if I could go in and he says "I don't see why not." So now I'm in the stadium taking pictures of the bleachers underneath and making my way toward THE FIELD. And then it happened, a custodian who was cleaning up says, "You know you can go on the field if you want." Did he just say that? Go on the field where Turner Gill and Mike Rozier had just set foot? Me, on THE FIELD?

With camera in hand I stepped onto the turf. My first picture was one of proof as I took a picture straight down–a 3 x 4 inch picture of green turf. But not just turf–Memorial Stadium turf in Lincoln, NE. I was now a Husker. I ran out to the "N" in the middle and I could hear the crowd of empty bleachers cheering me on.

After making it back to Minnesota, my pictures (from my little disc camera–remember those?) were developed after about a week. I showed my friends, I showed my teacher the proof. They all thought it was cool.

I asked for Nebraska gear that Christmas and have been asking for it ever since. I watched them on TV whenever I had the chance or listened to the games on the radio. In the years to quickly come I boasted to the folks at church about what the the Huskers would do to the Gophers. I went to bed with tear filled eyes after the infamous Miami game.

A couple of years later I went on my first recruiting journey. Our high school basketball team hosted John Marshall from Rochester for which Darrell Thompson played. He had already destroyed us in football and was an all-state everything with offers from Minnesota, Nebraska, and Oklahoma. They destroyed us in basketball as well and Darrell had a dunk or two but I was determined to talk to him after the game. He was a specimen and simply looked like a man among boys. I couldn't believe that I was only 4-5 years younger than him. He wasn't the least bit cocky and was an incredible athlete and sportsman. I waited outside of the locker room and when he came out I asked him if he knew where he was going to college yet. He said that he didn't know. I told him, "You really need to go to Nebraska." He thanked me and shook my hand and said, "that would be a great school." He ended up going to the Gophers the following year and set all kinds of rushing records without hardly anybody blocking for him. To this day, I still believe (and if you remember Darrell Thompson you might agree) that he would be talked about as the greatest back to ever play for Nebraska had he come our way.

I ended up going to the same college in Seward some years later that my older brother attended and I eventually married a Nebraska girl. A long time has passed since then and I'm in Missouri now. I've managed to get to a game now and then and have already begun to indoctrinate my own kids. I was able to attend the Missouri game with "the catch" to Davison (although we couldn't really tell what happened since we were seated in the opposite end zone and a long ways away–we just knew we scored). I tell my kids about Gill and Rozier and Fryar. They've seen the recorded games with Frazier and Farley and Mackovicka and Philips and Green and Frost. My nine year old son attended his first game this year and I was able to experience everything again through his eyes because after the game I made sure that we got to walk on THE FIELD.

Under the tree this year gifts will once again be opened that have Nebraska gear in them. I just can't wait to see which one is mine.

The Sock was whooped by The Ginger Assassin is what The Sock thinks. We did have some fun though. Not sure if The Sock is more surprised by the coaching choice or the craziness of this thread.

Mr. Sock,

We're good. I might even ask for some socks come Christmas in your honor. Heck, you might even know a couple of them. I can't believe you didn't know it was going to be Riley. Most of us knew about a month ago and we probably should have let you in on the deal. We're glad we could have fun with you. GO BIG RED!

You know, I think I'm ready to say "kudos" to Mr. Eichorst. Right now in terms of what has been done at Nebraska, Riley is equal with Tressel, Saban, Richt, Frost, etc. in what has been accomplished at Nebraska. In other words, past records do not necessarily guarantee success or failure. Obviously time will tell. We needed a new leader and now we have one.

But this was a hire totally out of left field and I like that the AD was willing to go with it. He did it quietly, and quickly had us all fooled. He might end up being a real genius (or yes, end up looking like a real noob) in a few years.

A lot of people are doing a little research and looking into the good things that Riley will bring. The more you ponder such, the more you can see what the AD was looking at. So, here's to Coach Riley! GO BIG RED!

I will never trust a sock again and will defiantly go sockless the rest of the day.

Well The Sock don't know up from down today. The Sock thinkin' that The Ginger Assassin done playin' us like, well, puppets.

 

The Source sayin' that The Ginger Assassin may have pulled the wool over the eyes of some Husker $ugar Daddies, (some big'uns) since they was expectin' the Tressel/Frost thing to happen today and if it ain't, then it maybe won't happen at all.

 

The Source thinkin' that Bielema was a smoke screen maybe even from The Ginger Assassin hisself to distract us from what's happenin'.

 

So, The Sock startin' to feel like we's chasin' our tails and The Ginger Assassin keepin' us a spinnin' until a real announcement come Sunday (The Source say Sunday, not The Sock, The Sock don't know nuthin' on his own).

 

All The Source agrees that The Ginger Assassin is a smooth operator. The Sock hopin' that The Ginger Assassin is as good at hirin' football coaches as he is at messin' with us.

 

When The Sock hears, The Sock talks.

Dear Mr. Sock,

I really don't have anything to say–just wanted to make a post in this thread responding to one of your posts. I plan on taking a screen shot so I can save it and then tell my kids and grandkids, "yeah, I knew that puppet, and that's why you wear socks to this day–they can be trusted." My guess is that I'll end up on page 36 or 37, but it makes no difference to me. This is etched forever in cyber history.

How do socks hear when they have no ears? That will simply have to remain a mystery for me I guess.

Sasquatched

How about we beat Northwestern first.

We have had a lot of unique things happen in our program just like every other program has had a lot of unique things happen. By the way, I stopped by the buckeye planet forum only to find out that a few are calling for the heads of coaches since they lost a game after two years. But then again, they have unique circumstances kind of like we have unique circumstances.

Has there ever been such a polarizing figure in Nebraska football (or state) history?

 

Charlie Starkweather

May as well throw Lawrence Phillips in the mix.

I'm going to make a post reminding myself to post again about a year from now to answer the question whether retaining Pelini was the right decision or not.

I believe Crouch has used up all his college eligibility. Therefore, no, he could not win this year's Heisman.

I watched the entire game as well, and I have a cornhead, and painted a picture of one of Tommie Frazier's runs against Florida. So am I enough of a Husker fan?

f#*k, is that all I had to do.

Oh yeah, well I still have a sealed box of Wheaties from the last Husker national championship and I'm going to open them up and eat them after we win the next one. And if that doesn't happen in my lifetime, I'm going to leave the box to my children with a bunch of complicated covenants and conditions in my will. Not too worried about the quality of the Wheaties, but the milk I saved is starting to look a bit questionable at this point.

I hate Texas

There are a number of things that need to be defined such as "defenseless" player. A defenseless player is one who is not in the game. He's on the sideline with his helmet off. If someone goes up and plows him over, he's defenseless. If you're on the playing field, you're not defenseless. You are always in pursuit whether you are two feet behind or twenty yards and should be able to be blocked. Therefore you need to be alert at all times since you are on the playing field. This is not even about the Bell hit anymore, it's about football in general. To me, there is no such thing as a defenseless player when you are on the playing field. The closest thing would be a referee I suppose, and it's amazing you don't see more of them get seriously injured.

Nobody wants to see anybody get hurt, but it's part of the game. If the physicality is continually changed, the game will change. You take an inherent risk when you play football. You should expect to get your bell rung at some point (no pun intended). You take an inherent risk when you pretty much do anything in life and you can find statistics to pretty much back that up - driving a car, getting struck by lightening, putting change in a vending machine, etc.

Helmet to helmet? Once again, we need a clear definition. I say if you leave the ground with both feet in the air (i.e. pull a superman and clearly hit with the helmet, therefore showing the intent), throw the flag. If you keep your feet on the ground, no penalty. So many times helmet to helmet can be called simply because the runner ducks his head. Remember the hit on Gabbert a few years back? Yes, it was helmet to helmet, but also inevitable.

Someone mentioned reviewing a play where a flag was thrown. Maybe that could work too.

I have nothing to say. Just felt like posting. Is there a game on tonight?

I there a difference between Husker "Red" and Wisconsin "Red?"

It was all staged. I just saw Bo and Daimion at the Olive Garden eating breadsticks together and laughing over it.

"How about that my man." If I had the ability, I would incorporate that audio into some sort of pump up song/video.

When it's 3rd down with 10 yards to go and I can somewhat confidently think "good, we're about to get the ball back." I don't think I had that thought in either of the previous two weeks.