This guy, by Nebraska standards isn't necessarily a true fan, seeing as how he outwardly expresses his crazy. Most fans keep the insanity bottled up, or on their license plates...
At a lovely birthday party a few weeks ago. Happy 40th! Not me, by the way. Not yet. The party was a gathering of some interesting ladies. Interesting in that I went with my online girlfriend, I suppose. Did I just go on a date? hmmm.
None the less, Julz(holla!) and I are still fairly new and always on the prowl for other moms to hang out with. Our usual pick up place is the park, but on this particular evening, we exploited a birthday party. We didn't CRASH it. We just took some time out to get to know the other guests is all.
One particular lady across from us was fun, and so, the conversation pursued into how we met our husbands for some reason.
So, I asked this particular lady, "How did you meet?"
Her reply was what I feel, is only blog worthy to prove my point about Nebraska Football Freakishness: "I was living in Las Vegas, and it was football season, so I went to the Huskers Bar."
RED FLAG.
STOP.
"Did you just say there's a Husker's Bar...in Vegas?"
"Oh, yeah. They're all over. There's a Californians for Nebraska, Texans for Nebraska...."
I don't remember what else she said after that.
And cue the Twilight Zone theme.
That's how I roll.
