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Love it! Love it! Love it! (Although I never thought I'd give up our waterbed!) We also got the pillows too. The smell goes away fairly quickly, because I don't notice it at all. My husband has back issues and that's the main reason we got it. He seems to think it's helping.

My husband and I were in Omaha last week to visit my Mom, and had a great visit. Thanks for the birthday wishes too! We were flying back last Sunday and got stuck in St. Louis due to a mechanical problem with our plane. Southwest employees brought out drinks and snacks while we were waiting. I walked over to get something and a man says to me, "This is all your fault." (I had on a new Nebraska shirt.) I said, "Excuse me?" He continued to tell me how it was Nebraska's fault that the Big XII was breaking up and how that is going to affect HIM. He continued on for about 5 minutes until he finally said, "I'm from Oklahoma and it's really going to mess things up!" I told him I was going to miss the old traditions and rivalries too, but guessed it's time for the change. I told him to have a good evening and walked away. GO BIG RED!

Rats. I was going to suggest THIS ONE, but it's 9' x 9'. Sorry.

That was where I looked first! Even have ETR on a mission for me! Thanks!

I'm looking for a Nebraska tailgate canopy. Would prefer a replacement canopy for our 12 x 12, but have only been able to find 9 x 9. Heading to the Big Ten next year.....I need this for a 4 day event next July. Can anybody help? Thanks!

I'm still trying to take this all in.....we are moving to the Big Ten! I guess I'm just being a sentimental woman, but in a way I feel sad. I'm 53 years old and have been a Husker fan since I was about 8 years old. Just been thinking about the old days.....The Big 8, Bob Devaney, Lyle Bremser, the traditions, the rivalries. I survived the Big XII so I guess I'll survive this, right? This is supposed to be better for us, and if Tom Osborne says it's so....then I believe him! But change is good they say! Living here in Ohio now, I will be "part" of them. I'm not concerned about the competition....I think that will be no problem. And I guess my new rival will be Ohio State! (I've already told my boss we will have to call a truce next year.....he teases me every day about being from Nebraska!) With this being said.......Go Big Red!

I also am very intrigued by storms and tornadoes.....so when I hit the lottery, I'm going on a storm chase! Living in Omaha there were many times spent down in the basement. I don't think there is anything like hearing those sirens! Most of you are probably too young to remember this, but back in Omaha in May 1975 several tornadoes touched down. I was at work at the old Creighton Clinic/St. Joe's Hospital on 10th St. We were told to get home fast. I lived only a few blocks away, so ran like crazy in the pouring rain and golf ball size hail. My Mom headed to the basement but I wanted to watch. My Dad was still working, but made it home OK. I remember hearing the wind and rain and then it was over! We went upstairs and no damage was done to our house, but out west wasn't as lucky. Driving out the interstate around 82nd St was awful. A friend of mine was in her car and had it picked up and set back down. I had family in the Hallam tornado and also Firth.

Someone said McCoy seemed to be crying a little bit when Suh got picked as the #2 pick in the draft...

He was crying because he lost his Mom at an early age....and she never got to see his success.

Everyone connected to this accident will be in my prayers.

Thank you! Lots of people in Ohio and West Virginia are leaving porch lights on until all the miners are accounted for! I believe in miracles and hoping for 4 of them soon!

It's been a while since I've been on Huskerboard.....been pretty busy! Just wondering if you all could pray for the West Virginia coal miners that were killed in an explosion on Monday. There are 25 miners' families going through a terrible time right now. There are still 4 miners unaccounted for....please pray that they are found safe and alive. My husband and son are coal miners and I can't imagine how those families are dealing with their losses. It's a tough and dangerous job, but "miners do it in the dark....so you don't have to"! My husband's mine motto is: "We power your life"! Thanks everybody!

This is really long, and I've posted it before, but hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!

Here is a little something for all the Huskers,

It's more than the game, really. I think it means more for out-of-staters

too. At least for those who don't live in or get to Lincoln much. It's more

than simply going back home. It's a sense of renewal, of reinvigoration, of

reconnecting to things in life which drive you and make you wait for this

day like a child waits for Christmas.

It's about flying in, descending slowly over the yellowing cornfields,

gazing out the window, looking at your watch impatiently, until you get

close enough to see the Missouri River, and you start to feel at home again.

You land, and wait anxiously to deplane and upon the first burst of light in

the terminal as you leave the tunnel, you instinctively look at the faces,

as if you'll see someone you know, even though no one is there waiting for

you.

You take the familiar walk to your rental car, and drive down past Carter

Lake, a drive you've made 300 times before-at first, as a teen to go to the

drag races out on the old, distant, dark lanes ending out beyond Dodge

Park when nothing else was there, and now, the other way, down a nicely

manicured road, and as you do, you catch your first glimpse of the downtown

skyline. You see the Woodmen Tower and other familiar trappings of a city

nicely grown up, one you're proud of and seems both imposingly new yet still

familiar to you since you left for good 20 years ago.

You drive past the new Qwest Center and Hotel, feeling proud that the city

that couldn’t attract major shows now is a destination for them. You think of

the Old Civic Auditorium, the old barn where you took in your first NBA

game, watching Nate Archibald work his magic, and where you saw your first

concert, on Crosby Stills Nash and Young's last tour together. Your mind

drifts to watching Baron Von Raschke vs Mad Dog Vachon wrestling for the

Heavyweight Championship, the first time your mom ever let you ride the bus

downtown by yourself to go somewhere.

Suddenly, something yanks you back to the present, driving down Dodge St

past all the old familiar 2 am destinations when you had to cover one eye to

read the signs in days of yore. Past the old Ready Mix Plant, past UNO and

Memorial Park, and you're almost there, in your old neighborhood. You get to

72nd and Dodge, which to you, is still the Center of the Universe, as it was

for you growing up, even though today, it's considered "east Omaha" almost.

Then the familiar drive past the old house, by Crossroads and down where

Peony Park used to be, the Goodrich Malt store and Roberts Park. You think

of family and friends you'll see at some point during the visit, and of

family you miss and that you can only see in your heart. You wish they could

be there with you, and with you share the eager sense of anticipation, that

special pre-fall ever so slight cool in the air at night as September

approaches. A touch of sadness comes and goes as you remember how long it

has been since you last shared such feelings with t! hem.

You feel grounded again.

On Saturday, though, your step is light, your senses sharp, your emotions

bubbling up and a sense, again this year, of renewal, that whatever happened

in the past year, you're turning the page today, because it's time for a new

year, a new season. At least that's the way it is for Huskers.

Then, the drive. It's 45 minutes, but seems like an instant. you savor it

yet it seems to pass too quickly. The first drive of the fall down I-80,

past Sapp Brothers, weaving through whatever construction they've put in

your path this year. You notice the rural country side and landscape, and

how much more comfortable it feels to you than other places. You cross the

Platte River in what seems like no time, signifying that you're half way

there, time to turn on KFAB, just because that's what you do and have done

for decades before. Then, you hit the familiar "Waverly Curve" where I-80

kisses Highway 6, and you know you're in the home stretch.

You finally get to Exit 401, and that's when your pulse starts to quicken.

You can feel it again, the adrenaline. Your mind races with all the times

you've made this drive before, and what you saw when you did.

Tearing down goalposts after conquering the Sooner Jinx, Mike Rozier

slashing bowlegged through what seemed like statues then. Johnnie Mitchell

making fingertip catches on a day when you couldn't feel your hands. Tommie

Frazier and LP making you realize that, all those years when you said "some

year"-well, that year was here. Blackshirts' wreckage strewn across the

astroturf. Eric Crouch bringing you to tears hauling in the pass on a day

you thought would never happen again.

All those things run through your mind as you watch your speed carefully,

down the highway, until--look--there it is, to your left, that huge, gray,

sturdy, impenetrable facade, with the huge N, telling you that, indeed, you

were home again.

In days past, you'd park in yards or alleys for 5 bucks. Now, you park in

parking garages and see the same folks, every year, who welcome you back and

take your money. You get out and start walking, almost trotting anxiously,

because you want to be on the street. You want to see older folks wearing

the hats, and overalls, and other things that you swear you'll never wear,

but laugh to yourself because you're thinking in the back of your mind,

someday you probably will too. The traffic cops, the lines at Barry's, the

people window shopping or just sight seeing. The smell. The feel. You can

close your eyes and see it as it is today, and as it was in 1975 too.

And finally, the best part of all, the walk. from wherever you choose to

prepare before the game, the walk is what you feel in your blood, what you

think about on the plane, what you've waited for all winter, spring and

through the dead of summer. You try to see and sense almost everything, but

cannot. But as you walk down 10th St, seemingly en masse with hundreds of

others, you see the party tent on your right with the same van and satellite

dish you've seen for 20 years. You hear music, and fight songs, and GO

HUSKERS and GO BIG RED. Your heart skips a beat, or two. You catch yourself

smiling. You get closer until, on your right, there it is.

Memorial Stadium.

And as you walk up the tunnel to get inside the stadium, as you walk up the

stairs and get closer, you can see the sun and hear some of the pre-game on

the field, and when you finally emerge into the stadium, you take a deep

breath and absorb what seems like a transfusion of life force. You stop, if

only momentarily, to simply stare and see everything again. You swell with

emotion, yet strangely try to hide it, because that's what Nebraskans do.

And when you're finally seated, and the Pride of All Nebraska finally bursts

onto the field, you let it go...8 months of frustration, waiting, boredom,

drain---everything, and you soak in Hail Varsity, March Grand! and

There is No Place Like Nebraska like the desert soaks up a cloudburst.

Go Huskers!!!

In a short 24 hours I will be the WINNER no matter what anyone does for a whole week. Cancuan, warm/hot weather, an all inclusive, gold crown resort. The only thing that could possibly make this any better would be if the posters here on HuskerBoard could be there with me and my lady.

T_O_B

Have a great time T_O!

I wish life were more like hockey. So a horn would sound at the end of a girl's period.

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If only men had to go through that just once.................

Congratulations! Enjoy every single minute too. There is something very special about a Dad and his daughter!

They are getting pretty "fearless" here. My in-laws have a couple of deers that stand and look in their front window!

So, how about I almost got hit by a deer coming home from work last night.....in my own yard?! Guess I scared him and he ran right out in front of me from the yard across our driveway! (Scared the crap outta me too!)

I am 29 and I grew up playing atari and had this monster microwave...I can still picture that thing...it was huge, loud, and it lasted forever!!!

 

My mom and dad say they wish they would have invested in wooden spoons before I was born since they broke so many on me growing up....I knew I was in trouble when the metal spoon made an appearance.

My Mom used a flyswatter, a yardstick, or does anybody remember the paddle with the elastic/ball at the end of it?

To my darling husband.........

Before you return from your trip I just want to let you know about the small accident I had with the pick up truck when I turned into the driveway. Fortunately, not too bad and I really didn't get hurt, so please don't worry too much about me.

I was coming home from Wal-Mart , and when I turned into the driveway, I accidentally pushed down on the accelerator instead of the brake. The garage door is slightly bent but the pick up fortunately came to a halt when it bumped into your car.

I am really sorry, but I know with your kind-hearted personality you will forgive me. You know how much I love you and care for you my sweetheart. I am enclosing a picture for you.

I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again.

Your loving wife.

XXX

BE SURE AND SCROLL PAST THE PICTURE

P.S. Your girlfriend called.

Wow....what a good question! I have been a Husker fan since the late 60's, so I have tons of possessions! I used to save all the newspaper articles, but that pretty much ended when I got married and moved to Ohio. My Uncle Stan worked at a print shop in Lincoln so I have every bumper sticker that was made while he was working there. That included schedules, place mats, coasters, etc. I have autographs from players and coaches from the early 60's too! I've collected T-shirts, hats, gloves, coats, figurines, Christmas ornaments, and household things. We went to a New Years Eve party before the Gator Bowl with a bunch of Husker fans......Tommie Frazier and Johnny Rodgers were there, so I got pictures and autographs from them too. Also Jerry Tagge's autograph and picture from the Husker Nation. I have letters from Coach Osborne. I've saved programs and ticket stubs from the games I've been to. But......I think my favorite "possession" is my good son, Dan! Although being born here in Ohio, he followed the tradition of being a Husker! (My other son is a Buckeye. I know....but I tried!) I have closets and boxes full of memories. One of these days I'm going to transform the family room into a Husker room!

Adrian Fiala Sr and my Dad were cousins. That is what started my love for Husker football! We attended Adrian's wedding, where I got tons of autographs from the other players. It would have been around 1969 I think. I'm sure going to miss hearing Adrian do the color commentating on Saturdays!

I also have met and talked to some players. I met Jerry Tagge at HuskerNation a few years ago. He was very nice and we took several pictures and got autographs. I had a huge crush on him in high school and had his picture on my notebook. I know...."girly"!

We partied with Tommie Frazier and Johnny Rodgers at a New Year's Eve party before the Gator Bowl. They also were lots of fun and we got pictures and autographs with them as well.

Dave Rimington was a year behind me in school at Omaha South High, so I remember watching him play during the early 70's.

Another boring name......I live in Ohio but love the Huskers! (I should have been Jo Smo....a much more fun name. I have that on my license plates and get comments all the time!)

Are on here? Seriously. I havn't seen any girls on here but me. It'd be nice to know im not the only girl.

I've been on here for a couple of years now. The guys are great! I've met several of them at Huskerboard tailgates too. Welcome!

Take care BRI.....get well quick! (My husband also had an emergency appendectomy a few years ago on our anniversary! Happy Anniversary to me.....not!!)

Taking my wife to work this morning when a 2ft by 2ft chunk of ice flew off the vehicle to the left of me (and slightly in front) and damn near hit my windshield. He's lucky it didn't because I would have chased him down and beat his ass. I seen entirely too many vehicles driving around with ice and snow still on their vehicles driving down the interstate. The roads are littered with chunks of ice that flew off and landed on the ground. Some people around here are stupid and lazy!

That happened to me last winter, Okie. I wasn't so lucky though. The 2ft x 2ft chunk of ice hit me right in front of me on the windshield. Instinct made me jump, which caused me to swerve, but luckily I managed to stay on the interstate.