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Cowboys at Husker Games
The best use of a toothpick I ever saw
Before I moved to Nebraska, I’d never heard of the Huskers. Granted, I didn’t care about football (blasphemous confession: I still don’t), but considering I grew up only five hours from their headquarters in Lincoln, Nebraska, it’s rather amazing that I was so oblivious to their existence.
Oblivious, that is, until I moved to Nebraska.
People here love the Huskers. If you don’t care about football, you can plan your shopping trips during Husker games on Saturday afternoons the fall. You’ll have the store to yourself. 90% of the people in Nebraska will be at the game or glued to the television until the final minutes have ticked off the clock. Win or lose, Husker fans are there for it from start to heart-breaking finish.
There’s a reason the Huskers have the longest sell-out streak in all of college football: it’s because the people here are absolutely crazy.
When they lose, there’s almost a tangible pall hanging over the entire state. Everyone is sad for at least the next 24 hours; sometimes, it can take days for the fog to lift. It sounds unbelievable, but it’s true. It’s true even when they’re having a terrible season, and losses are expected. Their fans are ever hopeful and dedicated to the Huskers above all else.
