Am watching the 2003 game tape right now to get my mind right. It is bringing back some memzys.
Driving home to Manhattan with my dad after the game was incredible. We just listened to Husker radio meltdowns about Bo Pellini. Half callers who were all, "Snyder is a classless jerk!" vs. half Husker people who were all, "It's our job to stop them!" Meltdown citay.
Then I got home to our apartment complex where my roommates and friends were already pak'ing pretty hard. One girl there was dating this douchebag from Nowhere, Nebraska who was way too old to be dating a chick her age. d00d already had a five year-old. Guy was the worst, and was the only Husker fan at the party. When I walked in, fresh from being at the 38-9 beatdown, guy looks at me and goes, "So. How much did you guys pay the refs?" We clowned that fool pretty good.
It's Bill Braske day, motherfrackers!!!