LOOK Nebraska fans, you have a rep as being the worst fans in the Big Ten Reply And I can attest to this based upon my horrible experiences last year when visiting Lincoln. This is FIRSTHAND information.
I have to admit I was excited when you guys joined up with our conference so that you could man up and play with the big boys. Speaking purely selfishly it gave me a reason to visit Nebraska. I had flown over it many times of course but since I never had any aircraft troubles, never had actually set foot in the state. I must say the state was very nice and clean.
Look, I never want any troubles before the game if I can help it. I don't want to tussle, get my hair messed up or just deal with problems. I'm a bit of a beast in the workout room (2% body fat, 360 Bench, 520 Squat) and when I take someone on with my MMA training, well, it's not a fair fight.
So I avoid conflict. I avoid situations where trouble exists. But I always keep my eyes open to see if any Wildcat fans need any help. Anyway, before and after the game, constant challenges and insults. I finally had it when I saw someone wearing a Nebraska sweater approach a group of four NU fans after the game and he said "Hey Purple Wildcat fans, how about a beer to celebrate your great victory today? Maybe a bit to eat?"
Well, those are fighting words. I started taking off my jacket when the group I was with grabbed me (four guys) and said to me, "Yo Phil, man, chill, they don't know. Phil THEY DON'T KNOW, they are new. Phil PLEASE man, they don't know it's an insult, dude chill man...".
I counted 100 and decided maybe it's true. Maybe, because it's the first game as conference members, "they don't know".
So let me spell it out for you.
We are fans of the Northwestern Wildcats. The elite. The creme de la creme. Our fans and alumni assume some of the top positions in business, medicine, the legal profession, media and the arts. Even some of America's most famous prisoners are Northwestern graduates.
So - clue yourself in. We don't NEED an invitation for food. We don't NEED an invitation for a beer. We are the Wildcat nation and what we want, we get. Earned or taken.
If I am passing by a Husker tailgate and smell a burger cooking and I just happen to feel hungry right then and there, I sure as hell am going to walk over and help myself, and I am not waiting for some lowly "invitation". I'll just eat it right there, with a bun or Tarzan style.
If I am thirsty and I see you have a beer, I am going to grab it and drink it. And I won't be an arrogant jerk about it, I'll leave you the last gulp and say "Thanks, man" and give a friendly wink as I slowly wipe my hands on the front of your sweatshirt.
We are the Wildcat nation. To "share" with us is to insult us. Turn back the clock and find that our ancestors made up the warrior class and we continue that proud tradition. The Hun. The Viking. The Barbary Pirate or The Samurai. We are peaceful until challenged and then our force is fierce and awesome to behold. We vanquish enemies and heal our own wounded with our own mysterious elexirs. We built civilization and only we command the power to declare that something shall be shared.
That's the way we roll in Evanston where the Alpha Dogs run the show. So be welcome and be aware.
And a tip, be sure to check out Mustards Last Stand if you get a chance, it's just off the parking lot. Great chow.
