jjamuss
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Another game, another team... But what made a sticky night threaded with reminders that a coaches job is never done, there was a breath of freshness that I hadn't seen at a home game in many moons. A tiny hand reached over my shoulder to offer a hi-five for a husker TD, a light slap and I turn to the owner of the hand... A 6 year old's face peeked from under his curly hair, eyes wide, with an unsure look On his face as I realize I am being congratulated by the opposing teams fanbase. Then came the questions, one after another, he really was in awe of what he was seeing as are most when they visit our house for the first time. "what does this mean" he asked as he crossed his little arms, fists clenched... It was time for school, I was delighted to oblige. From the smiles and remarks from his parents that nebr fans really are the greatest, I could tell Wyo isn't that different from NE regarding the passion that comes from supporting college football, no matter the team... the thrills of being a fan bridged not just miles from Lincoln to Laramie, but also the generational gaps of age. Even though I exited the stands with a narrow win on my mind, something strange happened...something I hadn't felt in a long time, I was swelling with pride to be a Husker fan because of one young man and his family from Wyoming.
Isn't that what these games are really about?
Isn't that what these games are really about?