As soon as I wake up, I put on my Nebraska bandana. Then I throw on my Ahman Green jersey. Then I pick up my Nebraska NERF football and move all the furniture away from the TV. Then I move anything remotely breakable ( i.e. doors, windows, dishes, pictures etc) out of the room. Then I crack a beer (Killians) and start pacing... Kickoff begins the madness and woe to the poor soul who walks in front of the TV during the game. They must be removed. While the Huskers are winning, I'm screaming. While they are losing, I'm praying. Both loudly and with much gesticulation. If I sit down during the game, it's because I hurt something. I realize it may be hard to believe, but I haven't had company for a game for the last three years. I can't figure it out... <_<