Tickets for this game were far from cheap, but with Nebraska losing to Wisconsin the week before, Luke Vidal and I were able to secure a pair for a reasonable fee. With the day off of work, why not make it to the stadium to see the first Big10 home game for my beloved Huskers?
Chris Rhodes and his friends joined Luke and I for College Gameday and breakfast burritos at 9am, and naturally, we started drinking. Of note, those were, by far, the best breakfast burritos I have ever had the pleasure of assisting in making in my entire life. Solid job everyone...
With a 7:00PM kickoff on the horizon we were a little ahead of our schedule of intoxication with not a single one of us able to drive downtown at noon. Naturally we called a cab, and naturally, Lincoln only has one cab company. TWO HOURS after calling for the cab our chariot had arrived. After a $25.00 ride to "The Rez" we were ready to really kick it into high gear.
What happened next is a little fuzzy. I do recall needing to use a restroom, bad. The line for the porta-potty was at least 30 minutes, and the breakfast burritos weren't going to wait. We started walking and I found kids selling parking spots. I offered $5 to use their restroom to which their father politely declined and offered the facilities at no charge. I gave him a few of our beers and we returned to the Rez.
At this point we conducted the UV Blue challenge. My hypothosis: That UV Blue is like Cat-Nip for women, they can not, and will not, turn it down. My thought turned out to be correct, as every single girl I offered a pull out of the bottle to stopped and took a drink. They didn't know me, didn't know what was in the bottle, or know how creepy Vidal was watching them behind me.
Before we knew it, it was time to stumble to the game. If you have never tailgated at The Rez you should know that when you start walking towards the stadium you are quickly engulfed in a river of red people, and there is no stopping or getting out of this line until you get to the stadium. Just my luck as we step foot into the crowd, all that booze I took in wanted to come right out. Now, with no stopping, and no losing my friend, the proper thing to do here is what we later coined "Puke Walking." Simply put, I just turned my head to the side and threw up while walking. Disgusting, right? Well, nobody said a word. That's winning.
We get to the game, cheer through what looked to be an embarrassing loss, in fact, for the first time in my life, I thought about leaving early. At the last second I talked myself out of it and came back into the game to see Mr. David ripping the ball out of Mr. Miller's hands. The rest is history, literally. The biggest comeback in Nebraska football history. Needless to say, that place was crazy, and I will never forget the energy and emotions we all had in the stands that night.
The group of us made it downtown for a good five minutes before we realized we were in no shape to get into any bars, especially waiting 30 minutes to get in. We naturally used our best judgement and paid a stranger to bring us home. Luke and I proceeded to drink more beer and order $50 worth of Ramos Pizza at 3am... and yes, we ate it.
Thanks Nebraska, and thanks especially to you, Mr. Joe Bauserman.
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