You wanna hear a nasty KSU fan story? The very first Husker game I went to was a homecoming game against KSU when I was about 8 or 9 years old. We were walking from downtown towards the Nebraska bookstore, and a really fat women wearing KSU purple was following us. At a light we were waiting at, she tapped me on the shoulder and said go, like the light had turned, so I started walking into the middle of the street..... in front of oncoming traffic. Well my Mom turned around and punched her square in the jaw, which was funny, because my mom is about 5'1''. Maybe this will illuminate the nature of KSU fans to those who havent had the joy of meating them in person.
