Husker Flashbax Series: Thanksgiving! (Colorado/Oklahoma)
My apologies for not getting this series up for the A+M game last week. We had a death in the family, then work issues came up and, well...it just never settled down for me. During the craziness, I was rarely at a computer, and just didn't feel like writing much to be honest. Football took a big back seat, and apparently I missed a pretty eventful weekend.
A gimpy Taylor Martinez, late hits, ball grabbin', phantom penalties, Bo blowing ALL of his gaskets, a hamstring massage, a horsekick, a baseball score, texting in the lockeroom, our QB quitting, our QB not quitting, a broken camera, Bo and Carl suspended, Bo and Carl not suspended, and eventually...another loss to a team we should have beaten.
Whew! After seeing what I just typed, I'm glad I missed it.
Onward and upward!
This should be a Colorado post, but in the spirit of Thanksgiving football...we'd be remiss to leave out the Oklahoma Sooners. Since we have already played our last game against them, let's share this post and post some memories of any Thanksgiving gamedays of the past.
Again, for those who are new to this series, we are sharing our most bestest and fondest memories of games past versus this week's opponent ( and Oklahoma). This one should be fun, as lots of big games happened while the cold/rain/snow came down in late November.
So long Buffaloes, have fun on the Left Coast.
Now....on to the stories!
Ironically for me, I've seen Colorado play a number of times. Just never against Nebraska for some reason.
My fondest memory will have to be what I have been calling the "turning point". I'll never forget the moment that Nebraska was "back" for me. Not for everyone else, just for me. I tend to watch football in more of an emotional way, and don't pay much attention to stats, playbooks, and defensive schemes. I am heavily invested in the flow and energy of a team, the talent level of the players, instinct, and camaraderie. To me, that is the true indicator of whether a team is "back" or even there to begin with. (Was I a hippie in my previous life? Maybe. Hopefully not a CU fan)
Having said that, the Thanksgiving experience that stands out for me will always be this one:
November 28, 2008 - Lincoln, NE
Colorado 31 Nebraska 40
I was working a new job, and therefore got stuck working on this holiday(s). I spent way too much cash on a mini b+w television to watch the game at my desk. I saw the first half pretty clearly, but as the game went on there must've been some alien interference going on in downtown Des Moines, as the television signal went completely awol. The Huskers had been battling all game, and were pretty much dead even with the Buffs through three and a half quarters.
I ended my day at work, threw the piece of shit television in the garbage, and headed to the sports bar across the street to catch as much of the game as I could. Quickly, I slammed a few brewskies, and befriended another Husker at the bar who was there with his wife. He had just moved to Des Moines, and had nobody to watch the game with. We immediately bonded, and sharing how much we wanted to win this game, and how hard it can be to cheer for the Big Red in Big Ten country. Ironic?
I bought him a drink to welcome him to Des Moines. He bought me one, and then we all looked up at the television to find the Huskers in a tough spot. Down 31-30, we had a shot at a decent field goal. But a foolish sack had just about taken us out of range, and left very little hope of pulling this one out. With fingers crossed, but doubt in our heads...we saw a skinny kid from Omaha Burke High School rock Memorial Stadium from 57 yards out....
( I badly wanted to use the video with the radio call. That one gives you chills! But they didn't have the pick6 from Suh. )
The kick was enough. Henery running around like a kid with the Husker sideline going nuts in the background. But I've often thought about what transpired immediately afterwards. Suh (who wasn't really all that well known yet) grabs the pass from Hawkins, and then does his best steamroller impression on the way into the endzone to seal the deal. But if Henery misses that FG, then CU just takes a few knees and the game is over. The Suh pick was awesome for a different set of reasons, but Henery's kick won us the game without a doubt.
The next summer, I was in Memorial Stadium as part of Football 202, and the first thing I did was walk to the spot of the kick, just to see how long it actually was. For me, that was a huge moment in the "new' era of Nebraska football, and one that signaled a big shift in attitude. (side note- Henery was introduced with 5 others at Football 202, and his name generated a standing ovation.)
The Suh interception and score was all the proof I needed that Nebraska was back. The way he trampled a Colorado quarterback. How he launched the ball at the brick wall in defiance. Hawkins holding his head in defeat. Steinkuhler taking off his helmet (and somehow avoiding a penalty), was the passion and togetherness that I had been waiting for.
When Suh scored, I slammed my hand down on the bar in celebration, and I must've had plenty to drink, as the pain didn't really surface until the next morning when I couldn't move it. Smart guy I sure is!
My favorite player to watch from CU over the years was Darian Hagan. Great option quarterback, and gave us fits while he was there.
( Geeeeeez. Talk about extending the option!)
If I had to hate someone, it'd be Michael Westbrook, but I can't decide if it's because of what he did at Colorado, or what he did afterwards.
How about you? Let's hear some Turkey-Day recollections!
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Bo said
Niles Paul is out for Friday with a broken foot. Without him or a healthy Martinez how much can we expect out of the offense. How do you think Watson will attack now? Same ole, zone read, or does he try to add some wrinkles, maybe more wildcat??
I hate the zone read..
Especially without a guy like Martinez (healthy) to run it.
I’m hoping that we just pund the hell out of the ball, and score more than 21 points. If we can do that, the defense should seal it for us.
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game;
In the deed the glory"
GO BIG RED!
by Brian Speers on Nov 24, 2010 4:43 PM CST up reply actions
We still have Kyler Reed and Kinnie.
There’s no reason we can’t still throw the ball…except…dum-da-dum-dum-dum….Cody’s throwing it…AHH!!!
Thanksgiving 2000
Gary Barnett is FINALLY going to get Colorado over the hump after the buffs take a 1 point lead way late in the 4th quarter. But then there is this Omaha guy named Crouch who leads the Huskers down the field in very quick fashion to set up the game winning field goal. NE 34 CU 32. After the kick Barnett looked like he was going to puke. Great time to be a college sophmore living in the North Bottoms.
First, sorry about you loss, Mr. Corn.
My first inkling of how important Nebraska football is to this state, and specifically to my family, came when I was four years old. It was Thanksgiving, and we’d traveled to my aunt and uncle’s home to spend the day.
Of course, it was the Oklahoma game, and my uncle was possibly the biggest Husker fan known to man. (In fact, when he passed on, he had so much Husker memorabilia in his casket, they could barely squeeze him in.) Game time came, and every child there that day WAS LOCKED OUT OF THE HOUSE for the entire game…in November…in Nebraska! My Dad protested a bit, but I think he was secretly happy that he could finally watch a game in peace. And apparently, the mothers had no say in the matter.
I should note that the girls were allowed back in for bathroom breaks, but the boys, being boys, reveled in the fact that they could pee wherever they damned well pleased.
Don’t know if we won the game that day, but it sure impressed on my 4-year-old mind just how important Nebraska football was. The following Thanksgiving was held at our home, and I got to sit with the adults and watch the game. And that’s when I fell in love with Husker football.
Thanksgiving hasn’t been the same since the Big XII was created.
Much appreciated!
I sincerely hope that the Big Ten will bring back some of that Thanksgiving Day feel that we had with OU.
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game;
In the deed the glory"
GO BIG RED!
I’ve got one…
My first Nebraska game in person, November 28, 2008.
I posted this in Jon’s story, but it seems to fit better here.
I grew up poor. My mom raised my sister and I by herself. From the time I was 3 until I was 15, my dad waffled on wether or not he wanted to be a part of my life. He always paid child support and I usually got a card or a call on my birthday and Christmas and whatnot, but he was never truly "around."
When I was 15 my mother and I had a falling out and I moved in with my father. We never really connected emotionally, I don’t know that most fathers and sons ever do. But, he got me through high school, and shortly after graduation, I joined the Army.
I went through basic and then about halfway through AIT, I absolutely destroyed my right knee. I had sprained it and tweaked it before while playing football in high school. I tore 3 ligaments and was essentially told my knee would ever be right again. I got some surgery and a DD-214.
I get home from training and found myself with no job, no plans for college, and a bad knee. I moved back in with my mom and got a job.
After a few years, I have a wife and 2 kids. My dad and I talked maybe once a month. I get a call from my dad on thanksgiving 2008. He asks me if I would want to go to the game with him the next day and I accepted.
There wasn’t really "animosity" between my dad and I, it’s just I had never really felt accepted. It’s complicated.
We head down at about 9am. We park in one of the faculty lots on campus. I wasn’t expecting much from the game, Nebraska was pretty good and Colorado was fighting for bowl-eligibility. Little did I know.
It’s the 4th quarter, Nebraska’s down 31-30 with 1:37 left in the game. Joe Ganz had just been sacked at the Colorado 40 yard line. It was over. We figured Coach Bo was going to have the offense go for it, there’s nothing to lose. Then we see a sickly 165lbs sophmore run out on the field. Good God Bo, what are you thinking?
The ball carried all of 57 yards and 1 foot.
It was the loudest and most energetic thing I had ever seen before in my life. I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Then the man named Suh intercepts a ball on Colorado’s ensuing possession and gives Cody Hawkins a concussion on his romp to the end zone.
It was one of my all-time favorite memories. My dad and I still aren’t that close, but he will forever be responsible for my undying love of this program and my annual tradition of attending the senior game.
GBR!
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Thanks, I was hoping you would when I read it!
Great story man, thanks for posting.
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game;
In the deed the glory"
GO BIG RED!
by Brian Speers on Nov 24, 2010 5:57 PM CST up reply actions
1991 Oklahoma game
I was a senior in high school, and one of my classmates had three tickets for the OU-NU game. I had been to two games prior to that, but never Oklahoma, so it was going to be a big day. There was a shitton of freezing precip that day – we hit a pheasant on our way from Wakefield to Lincoln, and by the time we finally stopped at the Westbrook Music Building parking lot (my buddy’s grandpa was a booster) the bird was completely iced into what was left of the grille.
We had seats WAAAAAAAAAY up in the south stadium and one orange each. The weather continued – rain/snow/sleet/whatever – we were cold and wet and gloriously happy. Johnny Mitchell had a huge day – they ran the option-play action all afternoon, and it seemed like he was always wide open down the middle. Calvin Jones ran pretty well and scored with a few minutes left to win the game.
Just before the game was over we launched our oranges onto the field (didn’t hit anyone), then ran down to join the crowd celebrating another Big 8 championship and a victory over Oklahoma. By the time we got back to Westbrook the euphoria had worn off and we realized exactly how cold we actually were. I went inside to take a bathroom stop, but my hands were so cold it took me five minutes to zip and button up afterwards. We spent the whole ride home bundled up under blankets in the Suburban, and I took a long bath after we finally got home. Aside from the actual football games we played that year and being seated first chair in the all state band, it was the highlight of my entire senior year.
"...when the devil says to you: do not drink, answer him: I will drink, and right freely, just because you tell me not to."
— Martin Luther
A bird frozen to the grille..
haha…classic!
"Not the victory but the action; Not the goal but the game;
In the deed the glory"
GO BIG RED!

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