It has been awhile since my last political rant, and now seems as good of time as any to hurl a little invective.  First, to those of you who listen to and believe the misleading commercials paid for by the insurance and pharmaceutical companies of the U.S.-DUH. Do you think those companies may have a vested interest in keeping health care exactly like it is?  If not, why are they spending millions of dollars on these idiotic half-truths and outright lies?  If not, why do they spend millions more on Washington lobbyists?  How can you possibly trust the companies that have raised health insurance premiums to obscene levels, while turning down life-saving procedures needed by sick people in this country?  Hear this-WHAT WALL STREET BANKERS DID TO OUR ECONOMY, INSURANCE AND PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANIES HAVE DONE TO OUR HEALTH CARE SYSTEM. These companies need to be led, not followed.

Onward and downward to the Nebraska Republican Party.  First to political hack and leader of the pack, Mark Fahleson.  Most pollsters will tell you that any poll can be made to say exactly what you want it to say.  To act as if a Republican think tank poll stating 67% of Nebraskans are against health care reform should be treated with the same respect as tablets Moses received from on high is quite absurd.  A Democratic poll says the exact opposite. 

Fahleson also claimed that with his vote on health care reform Senator Ben Nelson “ended” his political career in Nebraska.  Here is a history lesson for Mr. Fahleson.  Nebraska’s greatest statesman was Senator George W. Norris, a Republican, though a progressive as well-yeah, I know, those terms aren’t used together very often.  Senator Norris often voted against the dictates of his party leaders (you won’t see Mike Johanns doing that), and even voted against popular sentiment of his constituents.  He voted his conscience, and his efforts led to some of the greatest political accomplishments of the 20^th century. 

Of course this caused much consternation amongst Republican leaders, and party leadership tried everything-including cheap and dirty tricks-to keep Norris from keeping his seat in Congress.  They were unsuccessful.  The voters of Nebraska do not always follow the lead of Republican Party higher-ups.  Nebraskans are well acquainted with the smell of bull shit. You might want to remember that as you make statements like you have been making this week.

Mike Johanns demanding an investigation into whether Senator Nelson’s vote in favor of the health care reform bill was acquired by a bribe regarding Offutt Air Force base is offensive, and what can be expected of a toe the line, think and speak only what Republican leadership OK’s Senator.  If a second edition of Profiles In Courage is ever written, do NOT expect Mike Johanns to be in it.

Governor Dave Heineman and 2^nd District Congressman Lee Terry also took political pot shots at Senator Nelson’s vote.  As far as I am concerned, Governor Heineman’s single accomplishment as Governor of this great state is inserting himself into every possible photo opportunity from the second he took office.  Photo Op Dave huffed and puffed and tried to blow down Senator Nelson’s political house this week, but when Nelson called his political bluff Heineman showed that he is a latter day version of the Wizard of Oz, nothing but a bag of hot air.

Regarding Congressman Terry, well, he has the leadership traits of a bucket of spit. A lot of outside money will be funneled into Nebraska’s 2^nd District next year, as BOTH Democrats and Republicans have identified his seat as in danger.

As a father of a daughter who does not have insurance because it is not offered to her by her employer, I thank Senator Nelson for his vote.  My daughter is hard working, and like millions of other Americans cannot afford non-group coverage.  As someone who is forced to pay hundreds of dollars each month for medicine, I thank Senator Nelson for having the courage to follow the path he has chosen regarding health care reform, when the opposite path would have been much easier.  Thank you Ben Nelson.

This one really hurts.  I hate losing to Texas-in volleyball, in baseball, and damn sure in football.  One second-added back at the end of the game, one foot-further left and the winning field goal hits a goal post, ten yards-what Nebraska’s sputtering offense could not cover for a touchdown after Niles Paul’s brilliant kick return.  A different result on any of these plays and the Huskers are unlikely Big XII champs.

The Huskers brought out the Oklahoma strategy again last night.  Ride the back of a brilliant defense and the right foot of Alex Henery and pray the offense doesn’t do anything to lose the game for you.  Unfortunately, the offense simply did nothing.  As in the Virginia Tech game, the inability to put the ball in the end zone bit Nebraska hard.

It came down to a Heisman Trophy candidate, four year starting quarterback making a few more plays than a totally inept Cornhusker offensive unit.  Mack Brown may try to spin that into Colt McCoy taking home the big prize next weekend at the Downtown Athletic Club in New York City, but the best player in college football this year was wearing scarlet and cream, not burnt orange.

I don’t know why anyone can still be amazed at anything Ndamukong Suh does.  He has to be the most disruptive force in college football in years.  I thought his play against Missouri was a defining moment, but against the Longhorns he was simply unreal.  One replay showed him being held by a Texas blocker, using one arm to fight off the blocker and the other to wrap up and tackle a Texas runner.  Are you kidding me?  That is physically impossible.  Well, impossible for anyone but Suh. I suspect McCoy is carrying a few new bruises this morning from all of his meet and greets with Suh last night.

I have made the statement many times in the past that the penalty for kicking off out of bounds in football is the most devastating and unfair penalty in all of sports.  If Adi Kunalic’s last kick-off remained in bounds, Texas loses the game.  No way was the Texas offense going to march down the field for a last second field goal.  They had not done it the entire game; they would not do it in 1 minute, 40 seconds.  I understand that if there was no real penalty teams would constantly kick out of bounds to keep the football out of the hands of a dangerous returner.  How about this for a change?  The first time a team kicks the ball out of bounds on a kick off, the receiving team has the choice of taking the ball where it went out of bounds or at the 20 yard line whichever is greater, or the kicking team receives a ten yard penalty and has to re-kick.  The second and any other time the ball is kicked out of bounds could be when placing the ball on the 40 yard line comes into play. Kunalic’s kick was not an attempt to avoid any Texas returner; rather it was his attempt to knock the ball out of the park gone awry.

I am proud of how hard an underdog Husker team fought against what may end up being a national championship Texas team.  I wish last year’s offense could have been coupled with this year’s defense.  We would not have lost a game.  Of course I also wish that in 1983 Nebraska would have made the two point conversion against Miami.  I really hope that in the next three weeks and three days something can be figured out by the Husker offensive staff to actually move the football in the Holiday Bowl in San Diego against Arizona.

I also hope that enough Heisman Trophy voters watched Ndamukong Suh play last night and put him somewhere on their ballot so he gets to New York City next weekend.  He won’t win the trophy, but he deserves some of the limelight.  Of course, he is a finalist for six other major awards, and I suspect that come the end of next week the majority of them will bear his name.

Nebraska has a chance to be 10-4, a far cry from what we suffered in the last of the Pederson/Callahan era.  One less holding penalty against NU in the Virginia Tech game, one less fumble against Iowa State, and it could have been a 12-2 season.  The Huskers aren’t “back” yet, but this season should make returnees hungry for the coming year.

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Oh, and go Husker volleyball.  Beat Iowa State and Texas next weekend in Omaha and head to the NCAA finals in Tampa.

I get emails from a “progressive” website from time to time, and the title on one I received today was simply “Stupak.”  At first I thought Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh, and Sarah Palin had combined to form a right wing political action committee and that Stupak was short for Stupid-Pak.  Then I realized that could not be, it would be Stu-PAC if it was a political action committee.

After reading the email I found out it was about Congressman Bob Stupak of Maryland, and his amendment to health reform legislation.  I have avoided talking about abortion on my blog because it is beyond a hot button, and I don’t want to have to spend a lot of time arguing my position with a lot of one issue maniacs.  I understand that there are thoughtful people on opposite sides of the abortion debate; it is just that one issue maniacs do not even want to allow for debate.  My position is and will remain that a woman should be able to do what she feels she needs to do with her body.  Congressman Stupak’s amendment should be removed from this legislation.

It seems like it was just Saturday I yelled my head off rooting for Nebraska at Memorial Stadium. Wait, it was just last Saturday.  Now I am going to my first basketball game of the season tonight.  October and November are very confusing sports months.  In the olden days-long ago when I was young, football games were played starting mid-September.  The World Series was over the first week of October, not the first week of November.  There was no high school or college volleyball or soccer.  I am pretty sure hockey and basketball did not run from September through June.  Everything must change, and I will say some of the changes have been for the good.  It is still confusing though.

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I saw a restaurant advertising “Boneless Chicken Wings.”  Apparently so many bars, restaurants and sports venues offer wings that wings are now an expensive part of a chicken, and “boneless wings” are made from what was once the more expensive cuts, like the breast.  I suppose there is no chance that t-bone steak will become cheaper than hamburger. Americans are really something else.

So are Canadians.  Our neighbors to the north have their own version of Dancing With The Stars.  Hockey players are teamed with figure skaters and do ice dancing routines.  I am not sure if checking is allowed, but I don’t think sticks are used in any of the routines, so no cross checking, high sticking, or tripping penalties can be called. As with the American DWTS, Canadian TV viewers call in to vote for their favorite routines.

Every week hundreds of thousands of Americans continue to lose their jobs-my wife included-but those who played a major role in driving our economy to the sad state it now resides in are being rewarded like nothing ever happened. Once again executives of financial institutions are receiving obscene bonuses.  Wow, I thought these people were supposed to be taught a lesson.  Instead they extend their middle finger to Congress, and drop trousers to show their respect to those of us who have to work for a living.  Maybe greed will finally unravel what the Civil War, two World Wars, and the Cold War could not.

There is something wrong with a small segment of our population receiving absurd income while millions of people cannot afford health insurance.  There is something wrong with every politician in Washington who opines “I want what is best for the American public,” when what they are really saying is “I want what is best for the American public, as long as my party gets full credit, and the other party gets the shaft.” No wonder nothing is ever accomplished.

I am sick and tired of misleading TV ads from both sides of the health care issue.  I use my remote control any time such an ad begins.  Maybe one way to solve some of the problems we face in so many different areas is to tax all such ads as well as all political ads with a dollar for dollar tax.  For every dollar spent on such ads, one dollar goes to the coffers of each state to help with health, educations, and homelessness.  Don’t stop there either.  Every ridiculous bonus given corporate mucky mucks above the average yearly income of a family of four should be taxed the same way. Let a million dollar bonus com with a $950,000 tax.

Apologists claim these bonuses are needed to keep the “best minds” from going elsewhere.  After the past few years my response to that statement can only be “best minds my ass.”

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It is far too easy to use spell check and figure I have caught all spelling and grammatical errors.  Unfortunately I rely too much on spell check, and did not catch an error in today’s post.  When I said “it might be difficult for someone from Nebraska to understand,” I should have been saying someone “it might be difficult for someone who is NOT from Nebraska to understand.”  Thanks to my writer friend Salley Shannon for pointing out my error. 

Be sure to read Part I of NU vs OU as well.

It costs $54 to be admitted to the confines of Memorial Stadium for a Nebraska football game.  Confines is right.  Fans in the North Stadium where we sit are packed tighter than sardines in a can. 

To get to Seat 13, Row 61, Section 36B you have to climb dozens of steps.  It used to be mainly ramps, but thanks to the ‘finite’ wisdom of Steve Pederson, the man who brought us Bill Callahan, it is now virtually all steps.  And of course, what goes up must come down.  By the time I am 1/3 of the way down those 60 odd steps my brain is repeating over and over “Are you insane?”  When I finally reach ground level and as I am making the endless climb to walk over the viaduct by the stadium my mind has decided I am definitely insane.  Walking the mile plus to the lot our car is in, a privilege we paid $10 for, the arthritis in my knees told me “you will pay for this.”

Of course before I ever got to leaving the game to go home there was the matter of standing for nearly 3 ½ hours. Does any other NCAA football program have fans that stand even more when the defense is on the field than they do when the offense has the ball? I did sit down during time outs and half-time, but most of the rest of the game was spent standing, rooting on the Huskers.  In the past I have lost my voice for days cheering the Huskers to defeat Oklahoma, so when I start feeling my cheers become a little raspy-like in the first quarter of last night’s game-I stopped yelling so much and let my hands and arms do the cheering.  Arm thrusts and high fives were the rule of the day.  And there were many, many of each.

My knees are aching today, and I feel all of my 59 years, plus a dozen or so more of someone else’s.  But I am so glad I went to the game.  Offensively it was not a thing of beauty, but like 99% of Nebraska fans, I love defense, and time after time the Husker defense thwarted the Sooners.  I have said our defensive line is one of the best in the country, and that remains so. I also said the rest of the defense was average, and I have to change my opinion on that.  They are not great yet, but they are good.  Put the package together and you have a great defense that held Oklahoma to only three points.  Stats may be fun for numbers people like me, but as Coach Bo Pelini said after the game “it is all about making plays, making enough plays to win the game.” And the Huskers did that on offense and defense.

Is the achy knees, sore back, and stiff body today worth the thrills of last night?  Oh yeah.  That was Oklahoma we beat, and I was one of 85,000 twelfth men who contributed to the victory. That may be difficult for someone who is from Nebraska to understand.  But like Louis Armstrong said about jazz, “if you don’t feel it, I can’t explain it.” And to share this memory with my son is something I will always cherish. Thanks Matt.

Goodness knows we still have a long road to travel before we can are even a good offensive team, but if the offense will just make a few plays, we can win out, at least to the Big 12 championship game.  The old cliché is in control of our destiny, and the Huskers are in control of their destiny this season.  Two weeks ago it looked like disaster.  Now?  Next week in Lawrence will give us part of the answer.

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Quite often I wake up in the middle of the night with strange thoughts.  I doubt many people will lay claim to waking up thinking of how many Snickers candy bars are sold every day, but I did last Saturday. 

According to the Mars Candy website, 15 million Snickers are produced each day.  I don’t know the break down of bite sized vs. regular sized candy bars.  If 15 million Snickers are produced every day it seems likely that 15 million are sold each day as well. 

According to the Mars Candy website 99 tons of peanuts are used each day in making Snickers. The site also says an average of 16 peanuts go into each candy bar. 16 peanuts per bar x 15 million bars per day = 240,000,000 peanuts a day.  That is a lot of peanuts.

Though Snickers is the largest selling candy bar in the world, M & M’s are more famous.  Over 400 million of the chocolate candies are produced each day.  The Mars website says a single M & M is called a lentil.  That sounds healthy enough.

Snickers and M & M totals pale in comparison with sales of Coca-Cola products.  Over 705,000,000 Coca-Cola products are served each day.  If my calculating skills are correct, that is over 3 ½ billion Coke products served each week, or 182 billion products served in a year.  That certainly is not peanuts.

I will admit to consuming some of the products I just mentioned, even though I am not supposed to.  It makes me less of a hypocrite when I say a manufacturer’s tax on snack food could produce hundreds of millions if not billions of dollars to help fund health insurance programs that would cover all Americans.

A penny tax to snack food companies on each item produced would not really effect consumption.  A penny per snack item per day passed on to consumers would cost what for the average consumer?  A nickel?  A dime?  That seems like a small price to pay for universal healthcare.

Yes, this post is silly, and the thought of a snack food tax is silly.  However, it is no sillier than some of the ideas of our politicians and not self-serving as the schemes of businesses in the healthcare industry. I wonder what crazy thoughts those people wake up with in the middle of the night.

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I took a brief trip to my long ago past this afternoon.  I am not sure who was guiding me, or exactly why I took the journey, just that I did.

I stopped to get meds at the local pharmacy.  It isn’t that close to the cemetery where my Dad is buried, but it is about as close as I normally would get to it.  I drove to the cemetery and spent a little time there, talking with my Dad, feeling an emptiness that does not want to go away. 

After leaving the cemetery I drove to my old neighborhood.  I don’t remember the last time I did this, which is strange because it is only blocks away from where I work.  Block after block seemed different.  Wasn’t there a house there, where that vacant lot is now?  I remembered that house as being bigger.  I know the garden by the Burlington Railroad tracks was much bigger.

So was the yard at our old house.  How could it seem so small now?  I mowed that yard many times, and it was not small.  There were eight trees in the yard, always a pain to mow around.  Now only two trees remain.  The garage looks the same, but the driveway seems smaller.  Much to my Dad’s disgust I threw rubber balls off the garage every spring and summer and broke countless boards.  In the winter our driveway was the basketball court for an entire neighborhood.  It doesn’t look big enough to go five on five anymore.

My Uncle Bob’s house was next to ours.  It too seems almost tiny.  The apple tree in his yard is long gone, and what I always thought was a large vegetable garden doesn’t seem so big either.

I drove to Washington Elementary School the way I walked or rode my bike for so many years.  It seemed further then.  The old Westside School-I always thought it was haunted, though that didn’t stop us from breaking in-has been torn down, and the school yard is now four Habitat for Humanity homes. 

There was a church that is now a home.  Interesting.  There was the house of a girl I sometimes walked to school.  Across the street was the house of a bully I always tried to avoid.  There was a Mom and Pop grocery store.  It’s just a house now, and doesn’t seem like it ever could have been an important part of the neighborhood.  Down the street is an old bicycle shop, now someone’s small home. Next door is the house where another girl I had a crush on lived, and a block away stands the home of my first Cub Scout den mother. 

Now I came upon the scene of my infamous bike crash.  My younger brother and I were racing home from school when I turned a little wide at a corner, hit a piece of broken curb and went airborne.  Physically I went airborne.  The bike came to an abrupt stop and I flew over the handle bars.  My brother thought I was dead or worse, and he rode his bike home even faster, bringing back my Dad in his pick-up.  I wasn’t dead, not even any broken bones, just two scraped up arms, and two legs scraped even worse.  My Dad wasn’t pleased I bent the front wheel of my bike, but I was crying enough he didn’t yell at me.

Finally, Washington School.  Finally?  It is barely a half-mile from my old house, yet years ago it seemed like it was ten times further, especially in the winter.  Boots, gloves, a winter coat, a stocking cap, and I still nearly froze.  It was probably carrying a lunch pail that slowed me down.  There was no such thing as school lunch back in the 50’s.  My Mom packed a bologna sandwich (if we were lucky it was Lebanon bologna, very spicy), a few potato chips, a piece of cake, and milk in a thermos. 

The school lunch room doubled as the gym, and it seemed so big then.  The last time I was there I couldn’t believe we actually played basketball in such a tiny space.  The demographics of the neighborhood have changed.  Most of the kids attending Washington School are Hispanic.  However, just like when I was growing up, they are mostly poor.  I wish I had the wherewithal to give a lot of money to that school.  It was there I learned to love learning, where my passion for words began.  I wish everyone going to that school would have the opportunities I had, but I know they won’t.  Many of my old friends didn’t either.

Again I do not know why I made the trip today.  I have never forgotten my roots.  I was born and raised blue collar middle class, and those values will never leave me.  I lived south of the tracks in Fremont, the “poor” side of town, and to this day I appreciate being raised where I was, and all the lessons I learned because of it.  No, I did not take this sentimental journey to remind me where I came from.  In just a handful of minutes I relived scenes I didn’t even realize my mind had stored away, and thought of people I had not thought of in forty years. I am glad I took the trip; I just don’t know why I steered my car in the direction I took.

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I just finished a **** burger for lunch.  If you never ate a **** burger, you have missed out on one of the world’s greatest culinary pleasures.  A **** burger is a spicier, greasier sloppy joe.  If the bottom bun is not at least half-sopped in grease, it cannot be a true **** burger.  Until I got married, I lived on **** burgers while I was in college. 

A & W in Fremont, Nebraska was the only place I found ****’s in the late 60’s and early 70’s.  It was a sad day for me when this early fast food restaurant went out of business.  For years I thought I had tasted my last ****, but then discovered that Nifty 50’s had the recipe and I was able to rediscover this meal time treat.  The Nifty 50’s version tastes great, but the restaurant is just a little off on the grease-their sandwich is greasy, just not quite greasy enough. If you’re ever in Fremont, check out the restaurant across from the football stadium on East Military.  Ask for extra napkins if you order the *** burger though.

No, **** burger is not the actual name of the sandwich.  I realized that the actual sandwich name is more than a little racially insensitive. It was named in the 50’s, when saying “I Like Ike” was a politically correct statement. Bob Griese was suspended by ESPN for one week for making an unfortunate comment about NASCAR driver Juan Pablo Montoya, and rightfully so. My only purpose in this post is to convey my love for a sandwich, one I probably should not even look at, let alone eat. It tastes great and is most definitely NOT less filling. I think I’ll just call it a loose meat sandwich, or sloppy joe.

I have always wanted to do my own version of John Steinbeck’s Travels With Charley, or William Least Heat Moon’s Blue Highways. Traveling with no particular place to go and nothing special to do has great appeal for me. Maybe I could combine this wanderlust with a search for the perfect loose meat sandwich/sloppy joe and create a reality TV show.

I could let the Food Channel foot the bill for me as I go from small town to big city in search of that special loose meat sandwich with just the right amount of spices and a lot, though not too much, grease.  Nifty 50’s would be the benchmark that some other restaurant would have to better. Would I find a spicy, greasy sandwich that makes me smile in Wyoming or Montana, or San Francisco or Chicago? Maybe a loose meat bonanza in Charlotte would make me want to move to North Carolina. 

I always say “bucket list” and have put together dozens of scenarios for a road trip around the U.S.  Trouble is I have a job.  Yeah, one of those.  Yes, I do know I am fortunate to have one.  I suspect the job will get me before the spicy, greasy loose meat sandwich, and that will probably be before my long, long road trip.

What is wrong with the Nebraska football team?  Make that the NU offense.  The Cornhusker defense is just fine.  The defensive line may well be the best in the nation, and the other seven defenders are at least adequate.  To say the offense sucks is giving it way too much credit though. Lowly Texas A & M who lost to K-State by 48 points, managed to score 52 points yesterday against a Texas Tech defense that allowed us only 10 points.

What is wrong is pretty simple, what it will take to correct the problem isn’t.  In only one quarter of the last three games did NU have 11 offensive players “playing” at the same time.  It seems the offensive line has forgotten the entire purpose of them being on the field is to block.  They are supposed to create holes for running backs to gain yards, or get in the way of those who want to do harm to the quarterback.  They are not supposed to be flagged for holding at the most inopportune times.  Nor are they supposed to merely stand around looking fat.  If that was all it took, I could be an offensive lineman for the Huskers.

The Nebraska receiving corps has no “go to” receiver unless go to means someone who will drop passes thrown in their direction.  In that case they have at least six go to receivers.  Big play receiver Niles Paul alternates good plays with very bad plays.  Yesterday he found a way to do both on the same play.  For the second week in a row a Paul fumble was devastating.

The Nebraska quarterback is not a threat to run.  Opposing teams have that figured out.  He is a threat to throw behind receivers, which led to one of Nebraska’s four inside the five yard line turnovers yesterday.  He is also a threat to throw the football three feet over a receivers head. Apparently Zac Lee’s back-up, freshman Cody Green, is not at all ready to lead the team when the results are still in doubt. After the Texas Tech game it appeared a quarterback controversy was brewing in Lincoln, but all fans got on Saturday was the same old cup of coffee.

Then we have Offensive Coordinator Sean Watson.  The buck has to stop somewhere.  If the offense is playing poorly, playing timidly, and not executing, who is to blame? Well, yes, the players have to accept responsibility, but who is the person who is supposed to ensure that very talented players execute properly and play aggressively?  That would be the coach.  He is a left over from the Callahan era, so he already has one strike against him.  His retort to a reporter-“Did you ever play the game?”-is a second in my book.  I’ve never been a chef, but I know a bad steak when I bite into one.  I’ve never been a plumber, but I figure I have a problem if the toilet backs up.  I have never been a skunk, but I know when something stinks. And something stinks in the NU football program.

Only a few Thursdays ago Nebraska football fans pictured a 10-2 Husker team fighting Texas in December for the Big 12 championship, losing only to Oklahoma, and that game was a toss-up.  Iowa State, Baylor, and K-State all looked like sure things.  Colorado was close to a sure thing.  Texas Tech and Kansas were road blocks that could be overcome.  After losses to Tech and Iowa State, no game looks like a sure thing, not even Baylor.  Next week’s game is being played at Whacko, ‘er Waco, and the Cornhuskers might be just what a struggling Bear team needs to feed on for a victory.  A Kansas offense won’t score a lot of points against the NU defense, but they don’t have to.  Oklahoma has the best defense we will play against this year.  If we can’t score against out-manned Iowa State, don’t count on an offensive outburst against OU.  K-State, the team everyone was saying did not have Big 12 caliber of players is now leading the incredibly inept Big 12 North.  The Colorado game is in Boulder, and even the great Nebraska teams have struggled in the mile high air.  Suddenly 7-5 or 6-6 doesn’t seem unlikely.  A December bowl instead of a New Year’s bowl game seems to be the NU destination. 

A big red question mark should be stamped on the Husker offense.  There are lots of questions, and it seems like there are no answers.  I hope that Pelini, Watson, Cotton, et al can come up with some answers soon.  If not, we are in for four long Saturdays, and a post-Thanksgiving upset stomach. Showing unity, players can come on the field arm in arm game after game.  That doesn’t matter much if all eleven offensive players are not playing as one to get NU into the end zone.

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