Husker_x
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I usually don't like to write these in the heat of the moment. I know the game's not even over, but I need something to do while I sit here feeling the agony creep in. I love the Huskers, and it hurts like hell to watch them be humiliated by a cocky, undeserving bunch of entitled pricks, but such is life. One day we might be a team that can play with these a$$hole$, but clearly this is not our night.
After this beating––and this hurts more than anything, I think––I would seriously like to listen to the arguments from the anti-Callahan crowd. If the Huskers had lost by a touchdown, I wouldn't care what they had to say. But this beating is simply unacceptable. We have talent on the field, but the playcalling, the execution and the most basic fundamentals on defense are beyond horrible. If you can't teach players how to tackle, then what the f#*k good are you? NOTHING ELSE MATTERS IF YOU CAN'T TACKLE THE BALL CARRIER.
And our offense. Holy sh#t. What can you even say? Two good drives do not override the horrendous execution for the rest of the game. But I don't really want to talk about the offense. They're not even worth mentioning. Our defense really is the only thing that we need to talk about. This was a joke. They do not deserve their blackshirts. Again, it kills me to say these things. I want to see them do well. But this line is so atrocious, so pathetic, so unbelievably worthless that Tom Osborne's heart is slowing down even as we speak. They might as well not even play. We'd be better off just letting the other team get the TD, then have Keller go out and try to score on every drive and go for 2 at the end of the game.
Our O-line: I really wish I hadn't gotten my hopes up after Nevada. Keller was knocked around all night, and our running game, I forget what it looks like but I looked up the words in the dictionary, was inept as an old man's wang.
This whole performance just sickens me. Literally I mean. My body is rejecting, my atoms cannot tolerate, the worthlessness of the team I hold so dear. I really don't know what it's going to take, but I think we can all agree (and if you don't you're an absolute fool) that the "Restore the Order" campaign is officially on Holiday. We are so far from championship contender level, so completely incapable of competing with the LSUs, USCs, and Oklahomas of the world that only a miracle at this point can get us to that level. Keller hasn't panned out. The O-line is vastly overrated. Lucky has proven he's just as worthless as last season. Running the ball on a nobody (like USC did to us tonight) is about as valuable as an old dry turd.
The Bix XII is out of reach. We'll win the north, I'm sure, but I kind of chuckle and cry at the same time when I think of what the Sooners will do when they face us this December.
If I were the coach, the first thing I would do is strip every defensive player, particularly the lineman, of their blackshirts. There haven't been blackshirts since the late nineties playing football in memorial stadium. This defense is simply the epitome of the slide. If I were Callahan, after I had hurled Cosgrove out on his a$$ for not teaching proper tackling, I would demand that all 14-15 players at once take them off, fold them up, and I'd put them in a lock box in my office. I would then hand them new jerseys. These would be pinkshirts, a color I think we can all agree more adequately describes the state of affairs.
The pinkshirts would then have the opportunitly to throw off their shame and humiliation by playing the game of football, and that starts with tackling. Missed tackles automatically delay this process another week. I would open practices to the media, so everyone in the state and nation could see the new and deproved pinkshirts. No reason to try and keep it a secret; after tonight the whole nation knows our defense sucks.
But I must say to the SC fans, you guys played a great game. You deserve this victory completely, and I applaud and commend your effort. That said, I hate your team, your coach, your arrogant media, and I preemtively hate the lashing we're going to get after this shameful warmup game. But you guys played well. Good news is you'll lose later on, but for tonight, celebrate as we cheer as the winners go by.
Go big red. Where, I have no idea.
After this beating––and this hurts more than anything, I think––I would seriously like to listen to the arguments from the anti-Callahan crowd. If the Huskers had lost by a touchdown, I wouldn't care what they had to say. But this beating is simply unacceptable. We have talent on the field, but the playcalling, the execution and the most basic fundamentals on defense are beyond horrible. If you can't teach players how to tackle, then what the f#*k good are you? NOTHING ELSE MATTERS IF YOU CAN'T TACKLE THE BALL CARRIER.
And our offense. Holy sh#t. What can you even say? Two good drives do not override the horrendous execution for the rest of the game. But I don't really want to talk about the offense. They're not even worth mentioning. Our defense really is the only thing that we need to talk about. This was a joke. They do not deserve their blackshirts. Again, it kills me to say these things. I want to see them do well. But this line is so atrocious, so pathetic, so unbelievably worthless that Tom Osborne's heart is slowing down even as we speak. They might as well not even play. We'd be better off just letting the other team get the TD, then have Keller go out and try to score on every drive and go for 2 at the end of the game.
Our O-line: I really wish I hadn't gotten my hopes up after Nevada. Keller was knocked around all night, and our running game, I forget what it looks like but I looked up the words in the dictionary, was inept as an old man's wang.
This whole performance just sickens me. Literally I mean. My body is rejecting, my atoms cannot tolerate, the worthlessness of the team I hold so dear. I really don't know what it's going to take, but I think we can all agree (and if you don't you're an absolute fool) that the "Restore the Order" campaign is officially on Holiday. We are so far from championship contender level, so completely incapable of competing with the LSUs, USCs, and Oklahomas of the world that only a miracle at this point can get us to that level. Keller hasn't panned out. The O-line is vastly overrated. Lucky has proven he's just as worthless as last season. Running the ball on a nobody (like USC did to us tonight) is about as valuable as an old dry turd.
The Bix XII is out of reach. We'll win the north, I'm sure, but I kind of chuckle and cry at the same time when I think of what the Sooners will do when they face us this December.
If I were the coach, the first thing I would do is strip every defensive player, particularly the lineman, of their blackshirts. There haven't been blackshirts since the late nineties playing football in memorial stadium. This defense is simply the epitome of the slide. If I were Callahan, after I had hurled Cosgrove out on his a$$ for not teaching proper tackling, I would demand that all 14-15 players at once take them off, fold them up, and I'd put them in a lock box in my office. I would then hand them new jerseys. These would be pinkshirts, a color I think we can all agree more adequately describes the state of affairs.
The pinkshirts would then have the opportunitly to throw off their shame and humiliation by playing the game of football, and that starts with tackling. Missed tackles automatically delay this process another week. I would open practices to the media, so everyone in the state and nation could see the new and deproved pinkshirts. No reason to try and keep it a secret; after tonight the whole nation knows our defense sucks.
But I must say to the SC fans, you guys played a great game. You deserve this victory completely, and I applaud and commend your effort. That said, I hate your team, your coach, your arrogant media, and I preemtively hate the lashing we're going to get after this shameful warmup game. But you guys played well. Good news is you'll lose later on, but for tonight, celebrate as we cheer as the winners go by.
Go big red. Where, I have no idea.
