Batten down the cellar door ma, the Husker season is about to begin and I believe a storm's a brewin. Hope there's room in this here site for a grizzled old coot like me to rant. I can think of nothing better than a Saturday afternoon at the stadium listening to the game with my headphones and politely clapping for good sportsmanship. I worked in the coal mines years ago and lost my left index finger. I feel a kinship with those who stand in unity with the University of truth - Nebraska.