gossamorharpy
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There was an image in last nights Rose Bowl, a mix of green and yellow juxtaposed against a mix of red and white in the stands. Both fan bases’ respectful colors paled in comparison to the beautiful sunset colors above that was reminiscent of a cotton candy pink, with a little purple mixed in.
This bowl game meant more than both progrums combined, yet both still tried to stake their claim as being the champ in the moment. Little did most viewers realize, this moment meant more to Husker nation than both the teams playing in the actual game.
in one corner, we had the the red and white we’ve come to despise the past few years yet deep down respect because they play a style that we once represented. Sure, we are conference foes, but there’s an adoration that exists within this forum towards good ole Bucky that put up one helluva fight tonight; despite them having our number. I know deep down quite a few of you squinted like I did and imagined that was our beloved Huskers in red and white asserting our will in the grand daddy of them all. And who could blame us? Well, thankfully my wife slapped me a good one and made me realize that’s not us at all- I love you Trudy, thank you again for reminding me who I really am.
*quick tangent*
(you see, Trudy and I met one fine fall Saturday at memorial back in 94 and we haven’t looked back since. Sure, one of us has lost our faith at times but the other has always been there to pick the other one up and remind the other that outside Ohio state, the rest of this conference has done nothing but suck a fat D since we joined. We always tell one another that we’ve seen better days. Not only that, we are both pragmatic people and realize that while we’ve lived through a dense fog for 2 decades, eventually that bright bright sun of ours will burn through that dense fog and bring back the beautiful scenery Lincoln deserves. Thank you Trudy for reminding me that the world is for the taking and I shouldn’t stake my self worth based on other progrums)
In the other corner represented the victor and our hope for our reign moving forward. Some may scoff at those ridiculous jerseys, but dem boys from the 503 showed tonight what true football is about. They flummoxed, intimidated and asserted their will against dem boys from Madison to the likes we haven’t seen in Lincoln in quite sometime. I, like most of the majority here on dis here board, leave this game with a slight stiffy knowing that the man who helped build this squad from the fine state of Oregon is the head honcho patrolling the sideline of Tom Osborne field to this day.
Tonight, in the grand daddy of dem all, was a battle of MEN on the lines. When I harken back to our faithful Huskers, I sheepishly admit we have nothin but boys out there the last few years. Well, I for one am sick of trotting our these o and d lines who would barely make a D2 squad proud.
To those who say Scotty 2 Hotty’s play style won’t work in the Big10 I tell you to watch this game. It’s all about talent at the end of the day and tonight I witnessed a battle in the trenches where perhaps we’d have one guy worth being on their level. I know with full confidence that Scotty2Hotty is bringing in the hogmollies we need to make this progrum tick and I, for one, couldn’t be prouder.
Have hope my brethren, this is a glimpse of not only the future but also a return to prosperity that we haven’t seen since the end of the 20th century. Sure; Oregon won and rightfully so, but when I saw that cotton candy skyline I was reminded of a sweet sweet nectar that is Husker dominance that will reassert itself in 2020. That sky was beautiful, much like our future.
I bid adieu
#GBR
This bowl game meant more than both progrums combined, yet both still tried to stake their claim as being the champ in the moment. Little did most viewers realize, this moment meant more to Husker nation than both the teams playing in the actual game.
in one corner, we had the the red and white we’ve come to despise the past few years yet deep down respect because they play a style that we once represented. Sure, we are conference foes, but there’s an adoration that exists within this forum towards good ole Bucky that put up one helluva fight tonight; despite them having our number. I know deep down quite a few of you squinted like I did and imagined that was our beloved Huskers in red and white asserting our will in the grand daddy of them all. And who could blame us? Well, thankfully my wife slapped me a good one and made me realize that’s not us at all- I love you Trudy, thank you again for reminding me who I really am.
*quick tangent*
(you see, Trudy and I met one fine fall Saturday at memorial back in 94 and we haven’t looked back since. Sure, one of us has lost our faith at times but the other has always been there to pick the other one up and remind the other that outside Ohio state, the rest of this conference has done nothing but suck a fat D since we joined. We always tell one another that we’ve seen better days. Not only that, we are both pragmatic people and realize that while we’ve lived through a dense fog for 2 decades, eventually that bright bright sun of ours will burn through that dense fog and bring back the beautiful scenery Lincoln deserves. Thank you Trudy for reminding me that the world is for the taking and I shouldn’t stake my self worth based on other progrums)
In the other corner represented the victor and our hope for our reign moving forward. Some may scoff at those ridiculous jerseys, but dem boys from the 503 showed tonight what true football is about. They flummoxed, intimidated and asserted their will against dem boys from Madison to the likes we haven’t seen in Lincoln in quite sometime. I, like most of the majority here on dis here board, leave this game with a slight stiffy knowing that the man who helped build this squad from the fine state of Oregon is the head honcho patrolling the sideline of Tom Osborne field to this day.
Tonight, in the grand daddy of dem all, was a battle of MEN on the lines. When I harken back to our faithful Huskers, I sheepishly admit we have nothin but boys out there the last few years. Well, I for one am sick of trotting our these o and d lines who would barely make a D2 squad proud.
To those who say Scotty 2 Hotty’s play style won’t work in the Big10 I tell you to watch this game. It’s all about talent at the end of the day and tonight I witnessed a battle in the trenches where perhaps we’d have one guy worth being on their level. I know with full confidence that Scotty2Hotty is bringing in the hogmollies we need to make this progrum tick and I, for one, couldn’t be prouder.
Have hope my brethren, this is a glimpse of not only the future but also a return to prosperity that we haven’t seen since the end of the 20th century. Sure; Oregon won and rightfully so, but when I saw that cotton candy skyline I was reminded of a sweet sweet nectar that is Husker dominance that will reassert itself in 2020. That sky was beautiful, much like our future.
I bid adieu
#GBR
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