Bradr Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 So, in the spirit of offseason rambling, how do you all prefer getting to Memorial Stadium and how many people do you go with? These days I come from Omaha, and prefer riding with parents in their Husker short bus. My old man is the built-in DD and he's got a pretty decent parking spot too. It holds 10 in seats, 14 if you have 4 coolers. That number of people is just about right. I've found that larger buses aren't as intimate in all the pre-game discussion and consumption. And smaller cars just don't carry enough tailgaters. Plus the bus has the "No Place Like Nebraska" as a horn - the horn might get a little overkill sometimes, but its always fun when we pick people up for the early games. 32 days.... Quote Link to comment
GMoose Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Bradr I always see that bus! But I like to drive down early and tailgate in the neighborhood north of the stadium. Then you get to take the footbridge and see the stadium in the distance the whole walk. Priceless. Quote Link to comment
Enhance Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 We always pre-game on the North side of the stadium on the other side of the walking bridge. As GMoose said, walking over the bridge and seeing the stadium the whole way is great. Quote Link to comment
GSG Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Depends on where I'm coming from, but it's usually a drunken stumble. Quote Link to comment
carlfense Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Biking on MoPac! I can make it from my house to the stadium in 10 minutes . . . and I can pedal right up to the stadium and not pay any sort of parking fee. Can't beat it . . . other than the adventure of the drunken ride home. Quote Link to comment
mmmtodd Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 ride down with whoever has grandpas lot 10 parking pass...ride home with most sober friend i can find at the tailgate. it used to be a lot 8 (now the coaches/team lot right outside the north stadium) pass until the expansion-- now THAT was rockstar. Quote Link to comment
T_O_Bull Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 I travel in my brand new Husker RED Thnder Wagon. T_O_B Quote Link to comment
NUance Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Favorite way to travel to Memorial Stadium? On foot. Here was my typical gameday ritual during my college years at UNL. Wake up, slightly hungover from the Friday night party. Scrounge through dirty clothes for something Husker red to wear. Grab a late breakfast to keep the stomach from rumbling. Gather with buddies to load up the bota bags and have a few pre-game tequila shots. Then hoof it to the stadium to be seated in time for a couple more shots before kick-off. Scream head off during the ensuing slaughter. These days I am generally sober as a Baptist preacher on gameday. I am usually driving to/from game with a carload of family and friends. Quote Link to comment
Chucktown Husker Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Whenever I do get to town to go, it's in my in-laws big red expedition. We pick up Grandma and cruise to the parking lot right outside the osborne complex (Grandma has a handicap sticker so she gets good parking). Usually get a good buzz drinking from a red cup, keeping watchful eye of the patrolling officers and watch my brother-in-law yell something stupid at larry the cable guy when he pulls up. Quote Link to comment
Jadler Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 Getting dropped off at 4-5am with a sleeping bag. Get woke up at 9-10 by one of my friends who is switching out with me so I can go home and change/eat. Quote Link to comment
Landlord Posted March 15, 2010 Share Posted March 15, 2010 I like to shuttle from the mall, don't have to deal with finding a place to park Quote Link to comment
BIGREDIOWAN Posted March 16, 2010 Share Posted March 16, 2010 Drive the 3 hours from Des Moines, IA with anticipation the entire way. When I finally see the stadium off in the distance from the interstate as I'm coming into Lincoln it feels like I'm home. Usually always travel with the wife and she's becoming a huge fan of gameday at Memorial Stadium as well. Quote Link to comment
huKSer Posted March 16, 2010 Share Posted March 16, 2010 Oh. This is how I would want to get to the stadium Quote Link to comment
M I K E Posted March 16, 2010 Share Posted March 16, 2010 Bradr I always see that bus! But I like to drive down early and tailgate in the neighborhood north of the stadium. Then you get to take the footbridge and see the stadium in the distance the whole walk. Priceless. Actually the best part about coming in to Memorial from the north side neighborhood is watching people trip on the weird curbs that are on the bridge. Someone face-plants about every 5 minutes it seems like. Maybe they are looking TOO MUCH at the stadium... Quote Link to comment
ohiohusker Posted March 17, 2010 Share Posted March 17, 2010 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!!! Quote Link to comment
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