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First thing I noticed out of the gate this year. Our team is so tight, you couldn’t wedge a thermometer up their butt. They chant “National Championship” out of the huddle.
Restore the order. Quick. This is an ordeal. Don’t enjoy the ride. Just get back to the glory days. NOW! Pronto baby. We must see improvement at all times. Anything less, and we’ll burn you at the stake. We should have a better record every single year till the end of time. We can’t lose to Mizzou—no matter how good they might be. Can’t lose to Kansas. If we don’t beat Wake Forest by at least 17 touchdowns, it’s no good, throw it back. We have to beat a USC or an OU and even if we do, then that probably means they weren’t that good to begin with.
I hate players who quit. I really do. Back in the Solich days, I didn’t understand. I probably owe Solich a major apology for some of the F-bombs I hurled his way.
I’m a passionate fan. And like so many passionate people, my emotions get the best of me. They can be even destructive if I’m not careful.
Then I go to the internet. Holy cow! Some of you people need some therapy. I mean, really, get some help.
The players have been trying. They’ve been trying all along. So have the coaches. Some damn good coaches.
Have you ever been so tight you could hardly focus? Ever been overwhelmed by a situation that you thought you could handle but you just couldn’t settle down? How do you suppose you appeared to others as failure became increasingly obvious? Did they question your heart? Did they lecture you about being a quitter?
If I were fighting Godzilla with a squirt gun, would someone criticize me because I didn’t fire off a few more rounds of water before my demise?
When you’re tight, you get tired easily. You get discouraged easily. Your reactions are slow. You take a fastball down the middle and then swing at a pitch in the dirt. You get disoriented. You go to clobber someone, and they duck out of the way. Nothing seems right. Nothing works.
These guys have been fighting a losing battle. When we fall behind, our offense knows we’re beat so they just panic and try to score 3 TDs on every play. Can’t do it. So failure is inevitable.
Yes, the coaches make mistakes. But again, fighting a losing battle. You blitz, you get burned. You don’t blitz, you get burned. You yell at the players, they go into a shell. You don’t yell at them, they go into a shell.
Our teams are characterized by one basic flaw. No matter what, you can always count on someone shooting themselves in the foot. Especially at crunch time. False starts. Fumbling at the worst times. Missing tackles on third down. Jumping off sides. Dropping passes.
When you fix one thing, another thing pops up. Remember early 2004? Our D was playing pretty well, but Dailey was handing out footballs to opponents left and right. Then Dailey has a great game against Baylor and what happens? All of a sudden our defense falls apart. Out of the blue and to a bad offense. What’s up with that? Callahan simplifies the offense, and we’re bland and predictable. He opens the playbook and the foot shooting begins again.
Solich must have pulled his hair out trying to figure it out. “What do I have to do?” he must have thought to himself. He fired his coaches. We went 10-3. Not bad, almost mediocre. But progress. Yet, couldn’t help but be concerned by that 28 point meltdown late to Mizzou. The K-State meltdown and the Texas fiasco also. The problems were still there. We could feel it. Somehow, Solich, Pellini, and company milked that team through it. Perhaps one of the great unappreciated coaching jobs of all time.
But then the axe fell. We will not accept mediocrity.
5-6 followed. Actually, our poor players went six weeks without knowing what was going on. Not good for the psyche to be sure. Get us back to prominence or else we’ll burn you at the stake. 5-6. Boooo.
Then 7-4. We were 4-0 and coming back on T-Tech when we suffered one of our worst injuries—Stew Bradley went down. The bottom fell out of our team. Sure we were 4-0 but boy did we look weak in doing so. Kind of like 2002 & 2003. Then the losses came and then the loss to Kansas. Man, that team was tight. Wound tighter than any drum. 5-4 and looking terrible. Surely Solich would be avenged and Callahan would be fired. Surely, we wouldn’t win again and could start over. Then Callahan did the smartest thing he ever did as a HC, he gave his team some time off and told them to relax. They struggled against K-State but held together. Then, they played some of the best football in years in thumping CU and beating Michigan.
But the doubts persisted. CU was on the downslide. Michigan really wasn’t that good. We got lucky. We need to see improvement.
Gosh, we’re happy to be 7-4? Since when?
We will not accept mediocrity.
Again we told our team, maybe good, maybe not so good, but either way, still not good enough. You really probably stink. Or maybe you are great and obviously on your way to a National Championship. So get to stepping.
Pay no attention to our lack of DBs. Fear not that after this year we will not have any DL coming back. Fear not that we will lose all our LBs and CBs the next year.
We will not accept mediocrity.
Last year the team was so close. Close to being very good. Close to being kind of bad. Shocking almost lost to Kansas. We escaped. Booo.
We will not accept mediocrity.
Tighten up boys. The stakes are going up.
The loss to Okie State. Callahan should be fired. We beat Mizzou. Give that man a raise. Surely a National Championship is just on the horizon.
Tighten up boys. The stakes are going up. With each failure, with each success, the stakes are rising. The whole state rides your back. My manhood is at stake here. My ability to brag to some guys I barely know is at stake.
This year, we had one chant. Time to play with the big boys, or else. The naysayers sort of conned everyone to believe that anything short of that, and it’s time to start over again. Time to point fingers. Surprise, surprise, the team seemed disinterested in their first two games. Why should they be? Can’t win a NC against Nevada. Can’t win it against Wake Forest. Just survive and bring on USC.
Oops. Almost lost to Wake Forest. Are they that good or are we that bad? Let’s stop and think about it. Hey, what’s that freight train coming right at us? Oh yeah, we almost forgot, that’s USC. I guess we should have been thinking about Wake BEFORE the game, not after. We get embarrassed.
No NC for us. What’s the point now? We failed to do the only thing that us fans would accept as success—beat USC.
While we’re licking our wounds, Ball Friggin State almost (and should have) beats us.
This team lacks focus. Even a decent finish won’t accomplish what they set out to do. It’s not about X’s and O’s, blitzing, motivating, etc. Nebraska teams don’t play this way. So what’s the point. What’s left?
We will not accept mediocrity!
The players know they’ve lost some of the fans. It’s hard to refocus this point in the season with no off weeks. I fear even Tom Osborne would struggle to put this team back together again. Solich lived through it. Now it’s Callahan’s turn.
Folks, we’re not that good. But then again, we’re not this bad either.
Our players need to refocus. They need to relax. Don’t try to bring back the Husker dynasty. Just play hard on every down. I’ll take the losses. I’ll take the lumps.
I honestly don’t feel that we are that far away. But if this team quits, we are in for some rough weather ahead. Those of us who feel we’ve hit rock bottom have no idea how far down rock bottom is yet.
I hope Callahan is up to the challenge. Because if he is not, his replacement will probably fail too.
And Coach, rather you replace your DC or not, heed this advice. Tell your players “GET YOUR HEAD UP!” Have fun. Keep playing even if loss is inevitable. Get the next first down. The next touchdown. Build something. Something real. Not wins and losses. But a string of successes (small successes) that will lead to something down the road.
Ultimately, that is what Cornhusker football really should be about.
But I am still “N”. I was “N” for Solich. I’m “N” for Callahan. I’m “N” for the team and the players—past, present, and future.
Guys keep fighting. I’ll keep cheering you on and hoping for the best.