I look forward to the end of this season when we can say goodbye to the zombie nation.
It's like that feeling you had when the one relative you couldn't stand ended up moving to Oregon (or something) and couldn't afford a plane ticket to come back for Christmas and other assorted family events. You acted all nice and said, "Hey, we'll miss you, man," the last time you saw him, but as soon as he left, you tapped your uncle on the shoulder and said, "I always hated that son of a bitch. I'm glad he's gone."
And, just to be clear, this isn't about Nebraska beating everyone in football for forty years. I could care less about that. We're glad Nebraska is leaving because we don't have to deal with their special brand of narcissism and "crazy" any more.