The Disillusionment and Nostalgia of a Former Cornhusker Superfan
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It’s Saturday in September, a day that for the first forty years of my life meant only one thing: college football. Growing up in Nebraska, Cornhusker football was more than an idle distraction, it was religion. Every year I memorized the entire starting line-up and the quarterbacks and running backs down to the fourth string. Back then with fewer channels seeing a Husker game on TV was a rare thing and I would never dream of missing it no matter what other commitments I had. I remember attending Saturday weddings this time of year and the frantic dash people made to their cars afterward to turn on the radio, desperate to know the score.
The Disillusionment and Nostalgia of a Former Cornhusker Superfan
The Disillusionment and Nostalgia of a Former…
The Disillusionment and Nostalgia of a Former Cornhusker Superfan
It’s Saturday in September, a day that for the first forty years of my life meant only one thing: college football. Growing up in Nebraska, Cornhusker football was more than an idle distraction, it was religion. Every year I memorized the entire starting line-up and the quarterbacks and running backs down to the fourth string. Back then with fewer channels seeing a Husker game on TV was a rare thing and I would never dream of missing it no matter what other commitments I had. I remember attending Saturday weddings this time of year and the frantic dash people made to their cars afterward to turn on the radio, desperate to know the score.