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!
