On Saturday J and I attended our first Huskers football game in Lincoln, NE. Although the team has been disappointing so far this season, every game is sold-out. I got our tickets from somebody I work with, who has season tickets. We got a ride to the game by a guy who belongs to our synagogue and parks in the VIP section right next to the stadium. Any closer and we’d have be getting out of the car straight onto the field. He and his son sat on the opposite end of the stadium, so J and I were free to explore the insanity that is a Huskers game all on our own.
You are not allowed into the stadium unless you’re wearing red. I think that’s the rule.
Corn heads. After all, their official name is the Nebraska Cornhuskers. Doesn’t that invoke the fear?
Coin flip. The Huskers were playing the Aggies from Texas A&M. “Aggies” is a dumb name, don’t you think? It’s not even a real word! It has something to do with the fact that A&M is an agricultural school.
We were given a red balloon to launch when the Huskers made their first touchdown, which happened during the first quarter. They made one more before halftime; they must have thought they played hard enough during the first half because when they came back to the field after halftime, they didn’t even try. It was an embarrassing defeat.
Up until the end of the third quarter, when it became obvious that the Huskers were going to lose, J and I had a great time! Plus, we only spent $11 on the whole experience (we splurged on stadium burgers and popcorn). We’re learning that it’s good (and not too difficult) to “know” people in Omaha. The guy who drove us to the game is a close, personal friend of Warren Buffett. Seriously.
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