Dear UNL,
We are very disappointed in you, today. Now before you say everyone in the state of Nebraska is sad and upset, let us explain why. Yes, we know we lost the game today, but what went on at the game is what we would like to ...talk about.
First of all, the student section at the football games are uber packed, just in case you didn't know. Let's sure hope that whoever is sitting in those particular sections are not claustrophobic. Everyone attending as a student will have to be ok with their "personal bubble" being somewhat poked and prodded. We are all one big happy family for the 4 hours of the game.
Secondly, you should probably teach your students the meaning of respect. Even if it means singing Aretha Franklin over and over and over again until they get the picture. Sure! It's all fine and dandy to cheer for your team. Who doesn't want their team to beat the other one? But that doesn't mean that our student fans need to yell obscenities to the other team before the game even starts.
When the game is going, please don't yell about how Niles Paul "needs to loose his scholarship" or how they need to "run the flippin' dog bat ball". (Now please understand, at the moment, we are substituting some not so lovely words with others. We don't want to offend our followig.) Yeah, get into the game. That's part of what makes football so awesome! You can get into the game and sometimes, it's like you're right on the field, in the middle of all the action.
But we shake our heads in disappointment, as we turn to look at those students who are being immature and stupid in the stands. Yeah, this particular game was not our shining moment. But we doubt if those particuar students had been on the field instead of the current players, it would have been more of a mess up. Niles Paul does not need to loose his scholarship and we did run the ball a little. So stop your stupid students, who are screaming about how they are "so angry they're gonna kick puppies. Even babies, it they're ugly.". We don't want to hear that and neither does anyone else in the stands. Shut your foul potty mouth and stop using the F-bomb against every Husker play. Grow up.
UNL, it makes us sad when we hear other student fans wishing that the Texas cheerleaders would break their arms and how they are ashamed to be Cornhuskers. It reflects badly on those students (like us) who like the enjoy the game in a ...shall we say healthy? way. We're just as sad as those students, but we can watch the game with respect for the other team. In fact, we don't clap and cheer when a Texas player is hurt or boo when said player finally gets up to walk, or in his case, hobble, off the field. Thankfully, there were other students in our section today who had enough of his trash talk and had said some stuff to him, that shut him up, at least temporarily.
Now, Texas has some rude moments of their own. First of all, if the HUSKER MARCHING BAND is playing the UNL Fight Song, TEXAS BAND! STOP PLAYING OVER US! We don't do that to you! There is no reason to try and out play the UNL fight song. Especially if you guys are winning, dumb dumbs. And to be the Texas Football player who "threw the bones" after he tackled the Husker player? Yeah, so not cool. The Cornhusker Defensive line and fans can throw the bones. Just us and ONLY us. Got it? Good.
Yes, we admit this game was depressing and Mr. Eric Hagg gave us some false hope. But all in all, it could have been worse. Stay classy, UNL and clean up your act. We will always hate student fans like those (and hopefully love you). GO HUSKERS!
Sincerely,
killa & barney
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Day 2- Husker Authentic
Dear UNL,
Imagine with us; walking by Memorial Stadium, across the street and under the red and white striped tent. Tables upon tables of Husker gear marked down and on clearance. The table directly to your right is piled high with red and black Husker shirts, full of witty sayings. After all, who doesn't want a shirt with "Got Corn?" screen printed across the front? Turn to your left and the "$10 Husker Hat" table is teeming with baseball caps, "N"'s stitched to the front. One particular hat catches your eye. It's a trucker styled cap, fabric in front, mesh panels in the back. The print is camouflaged and an embroidered N, smack dab in the middle You pick it up and lo and behold, you read the tag. "Hidden pocket in brim." Oh my goodness! Say it isn't so! An awesome hat with a hidden pocket? You are obviously jumping up and down with joy right now. A definite steal that most definitely shall be bought.
So you add the hat to your small pile and walk towards the door, passing the other tables, stopping to smile and touch the toddler jerseys that are unbelievably cute. After all, who can resist the minute team Jersey, the matte cream type across the shiny scarlet fabric that is cool and smooth to the touch. In your mind, you might be imagining yourself with your own little toddler Husker in your future.
Continue walking towards the door and take a deep breath, your hand resting on the handle, before you pull open the door and walk in. The breath that you just took mere seconds ago is stolen from you in awe as you gaze upon the treasure of Husker gear as far as your eye can see. No other colors except the scarlet, cream, and black. A sea of Husker pride. Your mouth may or may not drop in astonishment, a possible cry of "Holy Cow" or "Oh my goodness" could escape your lips are you are overcome, your head spinning in amazement.
You walk forward, stumble blindly down the stairs, and turn to your right, to see the building extend to the north for what seems like three football fields. As you continue walking, your head turning every which way trying to take in everything you are seeing, you realize it's only a couple hundred more feet before the store ends. You wander up and down the rows of clothing, wishing you had millions and millions of dollars to spend in this glorious place.
Before you know it, it's time for you to head over to class. Sadly, your dream shopping spree is cut short and you take your ever growing pile to the front counter. As you sadly look over at the other hats and shirts, the employee breaks you out of your reverie to ask, "Do you have an N Card?". You turn back to the front and nod, scrambling to get your ID card out to show her. As she takes it, she asks, "Would you like to charge it on here? Save 25%...". WHAT?! Save money using your N Card? "Of COURSE!" You reply, in eagerness. Now that you know you can get a student discount with your N Card, your purchase doesn't seem so large. As she slides the card and puts your purchase into a bag, you look down lovingly at your N Card. It was about to become your best friend. You say thanks to the employee, grab your bag, and skip happily out the door.
That is the experience we have everytime we step into the Husker Authentic store. Thank you for a wonderous store of beauty and money. So until next time, Stay classy, UNL!! We will always love you!
Sincerely,
killa & barney
Imagine with us; walking by Memorial Stadium, across the street and under the red and white striped tent. Tables upon tables of Husker gear marked down and on clearance. The table directly to your right is piled high with red and black Husker shirts, full of witty sayings. After all, who doesn't want a shirt with "Got Corn?" screen printed across the front? Turn to your left and the "$10 Husker Hat" table is teeming with baseball caps, "N"'s stitched to the front. One particular hat catches your eye. It's a trucker styled cap, fabric in front, mesh panels in the back. The print is camouflaged and an embroidered N, smack dab in the middle You pick it up and lo and behold, you read the tag. "Hidden pocket in brim." Oh my goodness! Say it isn't so! An awesome hat with a hidden pocket? You are obviously jumping up and down with joy right now. A definite steal that most definitely shall be bought.
So you add the hat to your small pile and walk towards the door, passing the other tables, stopping to smile and touch the toddler jerseys that are unbelievably cute. After all, who can resist the minute team Jersey, the matte cream type across the shiny scarlet fabric that is cool and smooth to the touch. In your mind, you might be imagining yourself with your own little toddler Husker in your future.
Continue walking towards the door and take a deep breath, your hand resting on the handle, before you pull open the door and walk in. The breath that you just took mere seconds ago is stolen from you in awe as you gaze upon the treasure of Husker gear as far as your eye can see. No other colors except the scarlet, cream, and black. A sea of Husker pride. Your mouth may or may not drop in astonishment, a possible cry of "Holy Cow" or "Oh my goodness" could escape your lips are you are overcome, your head spinning in amazement.
You walk forward, stumble blindly down the stairs, and turn to your right, to see the building extend to the north for what seems like three football fields. As you continue walking, your head turning every which way trying to take in everything you are seeing, you realize it's only a couple hundred more feet before the store ends. You wander up and down the rows of clothing, wishing you had millions and millions of dollars to spend in this glorious place.
Before you know it, it's time for you to head over to class. Sadly, your dream shopping spree is cut short and you take your ever growing pile to the front counter. As you sadly look over at the other hats and shirts, the employee breaks you out of your reverie to ask, "Do you have an N Card?". You turn back to the front and nod, scrambling to get your ID card out to show her. As she takes it, she asks, "Would you like to charge it on here? Save 25%...". WHAT?! Save money using your N Card? "Of COURSE!" You reply, in eagerness. Now that you know you can get a student discount with your N Card, your purchase doesn't seem so large. As she slides the card and puts your purchase into a bag, you look down lovingly at your N Card. It was about to become your best friend. You say thanks to the employee, grab your bag, and skip happily out the door.
That is the experience we have everytime we step into the Husker Authentic store. Thank you for a wonderous store of beauty and money. So until next time, Stay classy, UNL!! We will always love you!
Sincerely,
killa & barney
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