One more USC fan's treatment in Nebraska

[topekahusker]

Just received this from my dad in Nebraska. This was sent to a print publication to be published but know many of us don't subscribe. Enjoy the things he brings up many take for granted!

 

USC Fan letter to

 

How--and why--I became a Big Red fan (from an SC Fan)I arrived in

Omaha in the dark Friday. An early fall chill was accompanied by the sweet smell of crops in the air which was exciting just because it was so different than Los Angeles.

When I woke up Saturday morning .I was bummed because I wanted one of

those crystal-clear, bright blue never-ending sky days on the plains I

had read about or seen on TV. Alas. We had breakfast at the Denny's off of exit 84 between Omaha and Lincoln. Then the beauty began. The countryside was just so beautiful. The rows and rows of tassled corn,

the old barns off in the distance, passing over various creeks and

rivers--I got goosebumps. Our hotel was waaaaaaay out of the way: America's Best Value Inn out at NW 12 st and Adams. We walked all the way into town--it was the best. Breezes rustling in trees, that sweet smell of the earth...

 

So we make it to the parking lot of the baseball stadium at the

Haymarket when some Huskers fans collar us and invite us in to their tailgate. Soon we're helping them with the keg-emptying process and having great conversatiion. Turns out, we all had lots of fun starting with a shared love for the game of college football (sports in general). Mike, Ross, Chad and the gang were awesome! So then, they insisted on taking us to 'Rock the Dock' (something like that). Anyway, it's the place right outside Embassy Suites--what a

great place. Cool live music, and the biggest six dollar beer I've

ever had in my life. We were swallowed in a Sea of Red but everyone was cool--just wanted to have fun.

We left there and headed up O Street to The Watering Hole. A great place! Great pub grub and people bought us beer, including our friends. So we chat about all sorts of interesting stuff with people in there. I got to know our new friends more. Farm life in

Lawrence, NE. Wow! It truly is so different from life in suburban Los Angeles. But I couldn't admire it more. I think people forget just how

tough--yet necessary--agriculture is to the existence of us all. I

could see in the eyes of these young guys a genuine honesty that was very refreshing. We talked about the gamble that is farming. I knew

they wouldn't trade it for the world. The lifestyle, the people and land. Which makes rooting for Big Red a very noble thing. Go Big Red is go big sky, go big land, go necessary rain, go sweet smelling earth, go John Deere, go flooded summer creeks, go people that have been there my whole life and always will be, go pork bellies, go old fashione sensibilities, go things not changing too much, go quiet Sundays you get to relax, go the feeling you worked hard outside all day and you fall into bed dead tired but wouldn't change it for the world, go

being away from all the rush, go Runzas, go Saturdays out at the lake

Our new friends made sure we got over to gate 2 on time. Everyone was hollering

(as there should be). So, I ask 'Where are y'all sitting?' They all

replied matter-of-factly: 'Oh, we don't have tickets. we just wanted to

make sure you guys got here on time.' Damn! Now that's what it's all about.

The stadium was, of course electric. My favorite memory of the game (yeah, I loved the score, but what I'll always remember) is at the

end of half-time I was walking back up the ramp to my seat. I was able to see the people that make it so great.

 

>>>> > Gooooooo Biiiiiiiig Reeeeeeeeed! GO BIG RED! Fight On. Beat the hell out of everyone and know that y'all made a Husker out of me this weekend.!!!!!!

[HuskerSpot]

Awesome!

[TX-Husker-2011]

Very cool. Awful grammar, but very cool lol.

[TarheelTrojan]

Just received this from my dad in Nebraska. This was sent to a print publication to be published but know many of us don't subscribe. Enjoy the things he brings up many take for granted!

 

USC Fan letter to

 

How--and why--I became a Big Red fan (from an SC Fan)I arrived in

Omaha in the dark Friday. An early fall chill was accompanied by the sweet smell of crops in the air which was exciting just because it was so different than Los Angeles.

When I woke up Saturday morning .I was bummed because I wanted one of

those crystal-clear, bright blue never-ending sky days on the plains I

had read about or seen on TV. Alas. We had breakfast at the Denny's off of exit 84 between Omaha and Lincoln. Then the beauty began. The countryside was just so beautiful. The rows and rows of tassled corn,

the old barns off in the distance, passing over various creeks and

rivers--I got goosebumps. Our hotel was waaaaaaay out of the way: America's Best Value Inn out at NW 12 st and Adams. We walked all the way into town--it was the best. Breezes rustling in trees, that sweet smell of the earth...

 

So we make it to the parking lot of the baseball stadium at the

Haymarket when some Huskers fans collar us and invite us in to their tailgate. Soon we're helping them with the keg-emptying process and having great conversatiion. Turns out, we all had lots of fun starting with a shared love for the game of college football (sports in general). Mike, Ross, Chad and the gang were awesome! So then, they insisted on taking us to 'Rock the Dock' (something like that). Anyway, it's the place right outside Embassy Suites--what a

great place. Cool live music, and the biggest six dollar beer I've

ever had in my life. We were swallowed in a Sea of Red but everyone was cool--just wanted to have fun.

We left there and headed up O Street to The Watering Hole. A great place! Great pub grub and people bought us beer, including our friends. So we chat about all sorts of interesting stuff with people in there. I got to know our new friends more. Farm life in

Lawrence, NE. Wow! It truly is so different from life in suburban Los Angeles. But I couldn't admire it more. I think people forget just how

tough--yet necessary--agriculture is to the existence of us all. I

could see in the eyes of these young guys a genuine honesty that was very refreshing. We talked about the gamble that is farming. I knew

they wouldn't trade it for the world. The lifestyle, the people and land. Which makes rooting for Big Red a very noble thing. Go Big Red is go big sky, go big land, go necessary rain, go sweet smelling earth, go John Deere, go flooded summer creeks, go people that have been there my whole life and always will be, go pork bellies, go old fashione sensibilities, go things not changing too much, go quiet Sundays you get to relax, go the feeling you worked hard outside all day and you fall into bed dead tired but wouldn't change it for the world, go

being away from all the rush, go Runzas, go Saturdays out at the lake

Our new friends made sure we got over to gate 2 on time. Everyone was hollering

(as there should be). So, I ask 'Where are y'all sitting?' They all

replied matter-of-factly: 'Oh, we don't have tickets. we just wanted to

make sure you guys got here on time.' Damn! Now that's what it's all about.

The stadium was, of course electric. My favorite memory of the game (yeah, I loved the score, but what I'll always remember) is at the

end of half-time I was walking back up the ramp to my seat. I was able to see the people that make it so great.

 

>>>> > Gooooooo Biiiiiiiig Reeeeeeeeed! GO BIG RED! Fight On. Beat the hell out of everyone and know that y'all made a Husker out of me this weekend.!!!!!!

There you have it, another "arrogant" USC fan. Seriously, I want to come to Lincoln and experience this sometime. You guys keep on impressing. GBR

[bennychico11]

do you know the publication?

[KansasHUSKER4]

what part of topeka are you from?

[topekahusker]

Publication is Husker Illustrated

 

I live in Westboro...west central Topeka

[BIGREDIOWAN]

Just received this from my dad in Nebraska. This was sent to a print publication to be published but know many of us don't subscribe. Enjoy the things he brings up many take for granted!

 

USC Fan letter to

 

How--and why--I became a Big Red fan (from an SC Fan)I arrived in

Omaha in the dark Friday. An early fall chill was accompanied by the sweet smell of crops in the air which was exciting just because it was so different than Los Angeles.

When I woke up Saturday morning .I was bummed because I wanted one of

those crystal-clear, bright blue never-ending sky days on the plains I

had read about or seen on TV. Alas. We had breakfast at the Denny's off of exit 84 between Omaha and Lincoln. Then the beauty began. The countryside was just so beautiful. The rows and rows of tassled corn,

the old barns off in the distance, passing over various creeks and

rivers--I got goosebumps. Our hotel was waaaaaaay out of the way: America's Best Value Inn out at NW 12 st and Adams. We walked all the way into town--it was the best. Breezes rustling in trees, that sweet smell of the earth...

 

So we make it to the parking lot of the baseball stadium at the

Haymarket when some Huskers fans collar us and invite us in to their tailgate. Soon we're helping them with the keg-emptying process and having great conversatiion. Turns out, we all had lots of fun starting with a shared love for the game of college football (sports in general). Mike, Ross, Chad and the gang were awesome! So then, they insisted on taking us to 'Rock the Dock' (something like that). Anyway, it's the place right outside Embassy Suites--what a

great place. Cool live music, and the biggest six dollar beer I've

ever had in my life. We were swallowed in a Sea of Red but everyone was cool--just wanted to have fun.

We left there and headed up O Street to The Watering Hole. A great place! Great pub grub and people bought us beer, including our friends. So we chat about all sorts of interesting stuff with people in there. I got to know our new friends more. Farm life in

Lawrence, NE. Wow! It truly is so different from life in suburban Los Angeles. But I couldn't admire it more. I think people forget just how

tough--yet necessary--agriculture is to the existence of us all. I

could see in the eyes of these young guys a genuine honesty that was very refreshing. We talked about the gamble that is farming. I knew

they wouldn't trade it for the world. The lifestyle, the people and land. Which makes rooting for Big Red a very noble thing. Go Big Red is go big sky, go big land, go necessary rain, go sweet smelling earth, go John Deere, go flooded summer creeks, go people that have been there my whole life and always will be, go pork bellies, go old fashione sensibilities, go things not changing too much, go quiet Sundays you get to relax, go the feeling you worked hard outside all day and you fall into bed dead tired but wouldn't change it for the world, go

being away from all the rush, go Runzas, go Saturdays out at the lake

Our new friends made sure we got over to gate 2 on time. Everyone was hollering

(as there should be). So, I ask 'Where are y'all sitting?' They all

replied matter-of-factly: 'Oh, we don't have tickets. we just wanted to

make sure you guys got here on time.' Damn! Now that's what it's all about.

The stadium was, of course electric. My favorite memory of the game (yeah, I loved the score, but what I'll always remember) is at the

end of half-time I was walking back up the ramp to my seat. I was able to see the people that make it so great.

 

>>>> > Gooooooo Biiiiiiiig Reeeeeeeeed! GO BIG RED! Fight On. Beat the hell out of everyone and know that y'all made a Husker out of me this weekend.!!!!!!

There you have it, another "arrogant" USC fan. Seriously, I want to come to Lincoln and experience this sometime. You guys keep on impressing. GBR

You gotta make it sometime brother. I'm not from Nebraska my wife has some family that lives in Firth which is about 20 minutes west of Lincoln, but when I am there it feels like home to me. I get goosebumps and everything just feels right. Because for that moment in time everyone around me is a Husker fan and I feel like I have a family of 85,000 +. I'm glad he had a great time and it makes all of it worth it.

[Drowning_in_the_Sea_of_Red]

Ah yes. The brainwashing was a success.

 

Awesome story.

[TX-Husker-2011]

I think I'm one of the few that actually grew up in a large city and has never stepped foot on a farm...:-X

[topekahusker]

I ignored the poster's spelling and grammar because this was written from his heart. I wasn't expecting a college professor to be writing this if his idea of a Big Red breakfast is at Denny's, he's staying at America's Best Value Inn, and he's hoofing it to downtown from NW Lincoln before the game. (I wonder if he had a new found buddy drive his butt back to the Value Inn after an evening at Barry's and or Sidetracks?)

 

Heaven knows I'm still searching for a spell check on this board to clean up my messes!

 

It's his spirit that counts! GBR

[huskernumerouno]

I received this in an email earlier and thought what a great story from an opposing fan.