final word

And exit the stadium. Here is a picture of the hardest working band in America. First the bar, THEN the game, and now THIS. They rock out all the way out of the stadium and up two or three blocks, then make a left...that's when we lost 'em. But I was impressed. And they weren't even all melodramatic with their tunes. And no one ever shouted, "Shut your band up with your stupid pep. We lost Mo' Fo's. We LOST! Waaaaahhhhh" No one did that. So, seriously, it boosted morale. Thanks band.

After the game and the band escort, we made it back to the bar we'd originally started at. Sure enough, they were perking every miserable NU soul's morale with beer and sing-a-longs. Ricardo and I waited for the others, enjoying the fun tunes, when suddenly, they broke into the best song in all recording history. I tried to post the video, but seeing as how I'm all technically depleted and all, no can do. So trust me when I say, The 65-year-old woman on her keyboard has converted me to a NU fan. When SnoopDog recorded Gin&Juice, I loved it. But when the Ghourds recorded it, I about lost my mind at that brilliance, and here we are with the retiree gramma rocking it out at the bar in Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, the Good Life. I am so proud.

We met up with our people, got in our limo and made it home. It was almost a 12-hour adventure.

I don't need to go to a game for a while.Seeing as how I don't like crowds and all, I'm good for watching it on tv for a few years. I will still take advantage of the freakshow and go grocery shopping during the game.The aisles are ALL MINE! But I bet you'll find me exploiting, woops, I mean cheering on the Huskers with two of MY inventions: The Pelini Belini, Corn husking contests, and lo - Corn on the cob dipped in a vat of butter.

I'll still get a kick out of reading endless combinations of license plates. I'll still giggle a little when I drop my kids off at school on a Friday before a Nebraska game and Max is too embarassed to go into school because EVERYONE is wearing red and he has a tan shirt on. I'll just scream, "HEY I wore BLACK to THE GAME. So buck up pal. You'll survive. You're gonna be bigger than all those dorks anyways. You can totally take 'em."

But now I have a better understanding (not total understanding, I still consider it a freakshow) about why people are so crazy about the Huskers. It's more than just the game. Just a few weeks out of the year, everyone comes together. And in our current national clusterpuck, they all can come together and agree. They can cheer for their team, share the joy. Mostly, forget about all the messes back home, and for just one moment in time, along with 85,000 other people, all in the same place, forgetting the same things, they get to escape and vacation in a sea of red. I get it.

That's how I roll.