Nah. I’d say 1994 Penn State (insert winking emoticon here).

I attended the Nebraska – Minnesota basketball game up here at the Barn – and there were some Gopher fans who were giving me crap about how Florida was going to destroy us.

But one guy about three rows in front of me turned around and yelled at me ‘By At Least 20 Points!”, and I’m wondering what the hell he’s talking about. “You guys are going to beat Florida by at least 20 points!”. Now… I thought we’d win, but of course, I don’t think anyone expected the ass-kicking that came about, well, other than this guy in Minnesota apparel.
It was not so funny being in Minnesota before that game. Most people expected Florida’s speed to destroy us, and for a few weeks I got a lot of crap about what a letdown the game would be.

And then one man could break seven tackles on a single play and the rest is history. Greatest team ever. At least we have the past. :)

...was mimicked by Mike Lupica on the Sports Reporters 2 years later, when (while discussing Tom Osborne’s retirement), he said, “and, by the way, Nebraska just scored again in that Fiesta Bowl game.”

we cannot fully appreciate the future.

I rode out to Colorado with my Dad, from here in hell, to visit some old friends from High School for New Years. On the 1st of January, I’m playing basketball with a buddy in the old gym. Long story short, I go up for a jumper and rupture my Achilles Tendon.

But before that, on the way out, the football experts were adamant. Nebraska just simply did not have enough speed to compete with Florida. Being Cornhusker fans, of course, my Dad and I kept cussing the radio and we’d change the station now and then. Finally, one guy says, Nebraska wins and Nebraska wins big. I wish I had made a note of his name.

Anyway, on the ride home we listen to the game which had started about 45 minutes to an hour before we got home, and the game was still close. I sat out in the living room and watched it as my Dad watched from his bedroom. My Dad yeilled out during the Tommie Frazier run, “Look at that SOB go! Can you believe that!?” The worst part of the game was that I was on crutches and couldn’t do much in the way of jumping up and down, so I would just sit in that chair and thrust my arms up in the air every time they scored. There’s a picture taken of me standing with my niece, and my crutches shortly after the game on www.myspace.com/baldviking.

Three days later I had my surgery in Tulsa, OK and proudly wore my Nebraska stuff into the hospital. What a night that was!