Hell hath frozeneth overeth - proceed with caution.

Take note of how small the actual football field looks compared to the size of the stands to accomodate all that crazy known as "fans".

I have to fess up and tell y'all I've been sucked into the vortex of crazy. I run my own show of crazy - nice and quaint and cozy. And for four years, I've protected my kids and family from what I fondly refer to as the freakshow here in Nebraska - Football. I still sight that I've never seen anything like it - and I'm from Texas, folks. Oddly enough, I've only seen the freakshow in all it's glory here in my safe community of Omaha. I dare not venture to the darkside, on homegame day - to Lincoln.

Until now.

It turns out, I have made some really good friends at the gym. And it also turns out that DesignDiva is married to former Husker and New York Giants offensive lineman, Rob Zatechka. I'll get back to him later, because, as you will see through this blogumentary of freakshow 2008, Nebraska Football has very little to do with the players. VERY little. DesignDiva reads this rockshow of a blog and decided it was time to learn me a lesson, citing that maybe I should go see what it's all about. In all sincerity, she and a few other pals truly want to defend the great nature of Nebraska Football Tradition. And what kind of writer am I if I don't check it out for myself?

Tomorrow, thanks to Rob and Designdiva and Senorita and a few others, I will be attending my first Nebraska Football game. Really, it's my first big football game, at all. I think I went to a few Houston Oiler games back in the 70's (shut your mouth if you weren't even born in the 70s), and I went to a Texas Tech game one time but they got annihalated so badly, we left early.

Rob and Designdiva gave us their tickets. Well, we got them at face value, and from what I've seen and heard, that's a gift. Tickets being auctioned off for a fundraiser last week went for $900 - each. So, thank you very much to Rob and Designdiva for the tickets. From what I've heard on your career at Nebraska, it's an honor to sit in your seats. I hope our neighbors aren't disappointed... "WHO ARE YOU? WE WANT ZATECHKA!!!" When they realize what an outsider I am, I'm going to get mauled.

I think the reason I am so amazed at what goes on for a Nebraska football game here is because I went to a Division 2 school, West Texas A&M University. Go Buffs. When I came in, they were just restarting the football team. There were barely any scholarships, if any to offer. Some of the best guys in the world played on that team. Like me, they weren't the best players - per their suggestions, not mine. Did I mention I don't know a lick about football? But my alma mater football team, that year, they had hearts of gold, of platinum. They worked their butts off, got pummeled twice a day, all for the glory of simply getting the chance to play ball. From sitting in the training room, getting ankles taped or nursing wounds and bruises, or twisted ankles, we sat and iced and I became great friends with some of those guys. That's why I went to football games, to cheer my buddies on. Since I played volleyball, I only got to see a football game about once a year. So, being able to go cheer them on was such a treat. And having them cheer me on was absolutely a factor of my success.

The stands were never full. And it was the best fun next to playing my sport there was. So, for the life of me, I can't figure out why these people here in Nebraska are so crazy for football. Do they each know someone, have a close bond? I doubt it. I'm going to go see what it's all about.

Perhaps I'll find the answer at a keg. I'm a little freaked out already. Ricardo and I are joining 3 other couples and going to the game FOUR HOURS prior to kick off, in - get this - a LIMO. A part of me is very frightened. My defense will be my camera. I plan to photo essay this entire gig. So, wish me luck, and come back. I'm guessing attending the game, the limo, the tailgates (plural - back at WTAMU there was A tailgate about 1 hour before kickoff), the bars, the people, I'm guessing it'll necessitate a four- or five-part series of blogworthiness.

Wish me luck. And also, those Huskers too, I guess.

That's how I roll.