We continued to beautiful Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Nebraska to see the Huskers beat up on some lowly team from God knows where in central California (to the San Jose State fans out there, I apologize). We were joined by 84,000 of Nebraska's finest, a truly incredible number given the size of the stadium.
We watched the Big Red play the way football was meant to be played, in a stadium filled with screaming, devoted fans all decked out in red and white and constructed so that each of its bleacher-type bench seats was close enough to the pitch to really hear the tackles. We watched a fairly lackluster Husker team squeak by against a surprisingly impressive opponent, but to the Nebraska season ticket holders - most of whom have had their seats passed down from parent to child for the last half-century - it was just another delightful day in Cornhusker country.
In addition to all those footballz, we got to see the Pride of All Nebraska, the UNL marching band! They were great; the baton twirlers left a little something to be desired, though...
It was then back to Omaha, where we had a fine dinner at the reputed favorite restaurant of Omaha native Warren Buffett - Gorat's. It was steaks all around at this establishment that has clearly not changed a bit since Ronald Reagan ate there in 1950. Humphrey Bogart would have been right at home in the piano bar/lounge and we were right at home with our steak dinners. Luke and Caroline ruined theirs by requesting FAR too much cooking time, but Becca and I had the right idea as we asked for our steaks to be run quickly through a warm room.
We arrived back at Caroline's house as the rain started to fall, the remnants of Gustav having followed us all the way here. We are waking up early tomorrow to interview Jun Kaneko, an artist who operates an artist cooperative here in Omaha. This will be our first interview, so keep fingers crossed all around. Luke will be posting tomorrow with those details. Until then, good night!
4 comments:
WONDERMARK REFERENCE ALERT
Nebraska...? really? They are not really as great as those crazy nebraskans think they are! There is just nothing else to root for in nebraska. You guys should have stop in COMO if you wanted to experience a real college team play! Just kiddin...no hard feelings to the nebraskans...I've been there and like the great state...I just go to MIZZOU!
"We watched the Big Red play the way football was meant to be played, in a stadium filled with screaming, devoted fans all decked out in red and white and constructed so that each of its bleacher-type bench seats was close enough to the pitch to really hear the tackles."
pitch? pitch???
It's the details that hang you up, my friend: the sentiment was spot on, but your hidden allegiances to some dastardly foreign form of "football" are clear as day in your vocabulary!
I'm amused that UNL got to ". . .beat up on some lowly team from God knows where in central California." :) San Jose is the 10th largest city in the US- Lincoln only being the 73rd- and is only about 50 mi from SF, placing it distinctly in the awesomeness of NorCal. I will give you that they are only a Cal State; however, at least they have a football team, which isn't something that even all of the UC's can say. . . geez Caroline- you should know better; you've been there :)
Those Huskers had an impressive show of red! Wow! Yea for the trademark cornheads! ahhh, Nebraska. . .
Post a Comment