eljasarino

The N husker ain't right. If you ask me, keep it as simple as possible -- like Penn State. No name on the Jersey. Nothing on the helmet. It reminds me of when boxers would walk into the ring with all of their flashy robes and gimmicks, and Tyson would come in with his black trunks and towel with a hole cut in it -- and then he would beat their arse!

I love living next to a stadium too, but the problem on gameday is that if you're watching the game on TV (and maybe you were lucky and had no delay) I often hear the cheering and revlry going on about 7 seconds before something good happens, therefore, making the game a little less fun. Did you ever have this problem? I admit, not a "bad" problem to have! This was back in the day before Janet Jackson busted out her mammories out at the super bowl, so if there was a delay, it wasn't as nearly drastic. God help us if we see an athlete drop an F-Bomb on TV... I know that's the kind of word my kids would NEVER hear at their school.

I may have one of these records at 8170 miles from the stadium (New Zealand), and may have had the closest at another point .297 (Charleston St. in the Russian/North Bottoms). I used to love being that close to the stadium, because we could put the TV outside on game days and listen to the stadium during the games (when we didn't have tickets, or when we hawked them for beer money). The only bad thing about living there was they changed the side of the street you could park on 6 days/year -- gamedays. And the tow-trucks would be lined up on the street and if your car was on the wrong side at precisely 8 a.m., it was going to impound. Bastards! And the other thing that made Charleston St. great was Crazy Sharon. She was our 70-year-old-pot-smoking-paper-lady who didn't wear any other color than purple - she looked like an emaciated Grimace (you know, the McDonalds character?). There were six days a year that she would wear a color other than Purple -- also, gamedays. She would put on a red husker jacket until she had sold the parking spaces and front lawn of her house every gameday, and as soon as the last spot was sold she would peel that non-purple-coat off like it was a disease! Good times... good times. BTW, my first post. I have been lurking in the shadows on this board for the past few years, and lord knows why I chose this as my first thread, but hopefully I haven't bored the socks off of anyone! Thanks for allowing me my walk down memory lane.