Far From Home but Still Bleeding HUSKER RED

Bangkok Thailand is an interesting place to be a Husker Fan. Oh it's easy to be a fan when you live in Nebraska, but following the huskers on the other side of the world involves a great deal of determination and an exceptional amount of caffeine. You see we are exactly 12 hours ahead of Lincoln, so your 2PM starts are 2AM starts for me. Luckily I don't work on Sunday very often so I go ahead and stay up all night watching the game on line or listening to the radio broadcast on line. 

I'll never forget the night, two years ago, when my new bride was horrified that she had to drive me around the city of Bangkok while I searched for wireless internet with my laptop because our internet went out at home. It was 3:00 AM and she had been sleeping for hours. "You drive and I'll search for WIFI. Just go towards schools or office building, we'll find something."

"WHY?" She asked.

"The game is on."

Which for any Nebraska born young lady would have been enough, but my wife was raised in the northern hills of Thailand where the only sport you might see being played is Sepak Takraw. Still being eager to embrace my strange western culture, she drove and I scanned.

We found the unguarded WIFI on a university campus. I found the game, a radio broadcast only, and I listened to the second half while she slept in the back seat.

But somehow, despite the exhaustion and blurry eyed Sundays, its all worth it. I'm a kid again sitting in Memorial stadium and watching Mike Rozier or Roger Craig and holding my mom and Dad's hands as we walk into the game. Somehow, and this is something I can't explain to Thai people, THE GAME is home--it's a journey back to where I come from--played out in a continuous living memory.

Well anyway, Jon and I were mates back in Curtis days, so I'm going to be chiming in on Corn Nation as often as time allows this season. I'll try to offer some Eastern insight for the HUSKER NATION.