I am lucky enough to be a foster dad to a beautiful 6yo girl who has had a very rough life, so as you can imagine my perspective on these things is a little different than some other peoples'. I call her my little girl. Sometimes she calls me Daddy, other times by my first name. And it's all good, but my heart melts a little when she calls me Daddy. Still, I am a huge Husker fan. We were all three down in the basement watching the game and my wife had to go upstairs because she could not watch it. Just as the ball was snapped back, my little girl (who was on my lap) placed her latest drawing right in front of my face. "Look Daddy", she said. Mustering all of the restraint I could manage, I gently moved her arm down and said, "That's beautiful, honey" as I watched the ball sail through the uprights. My arms flew up and she asked me if the Nebraskas got another touchdown. Yes, the Nebraskas got another touchdown. "Did they win, Daddy?". "Sure looks like it, honey." That picture is up on my refrigerator, of course.