I grew up in Nebraska, so it had to be football, and I thought of several seasons. I thought of 1976, the first season I sort of understood (I was seven), with Vince Ferragamo lobbing bombs all over the place. Then I thought of the Gill seasons of 1981-83 (I was 12-14) when everything came up just short – Nebby lost to the national champion in each of these years in gut-wrenching affairs. Damn you Clemson. Damn you Penn State. Damn you, in particular, Miami.
But the more I thought about it, the more I gravitated to the roller coaster that was the 1978 Nebraska season.
