I am writing in response to Chad Calek’s column on Nov. 11. I am from Omaha, Neb., and have watched Nebraska football for as long as I can remember. I can remember the heartbreaking days when Barry Switzer’s Sooners would achieve victory over the Huskers in much the same style as Nebraska did over Missouri Saturday. I remember the bowl games of the early 1990s when Nebraska would get by a Florida team in the Orange Bowl. (Can you say, “home-field advantage?”)

Then they would reappear in the polls the next fall at No. 7 or 8, yes, magically dropping four or so places in the polls after losing to a team that would become the National Champions. Things have not always been great in Huskerland.

I agree that Nebraska deserved the drop in the polls that they took, but why must everyone in Iowa HATE the Huskers? Most teams in the “Big” 12 can’t even compete with them. Flukes happen, and that is what Saturday was. If you don’t believe me, watch the game this coming Saturday.

Now, about the satanic comparisons, have you ever been to a game in Lincoln? It is nothing short of a religious experience. It is said that during televised games, water pressure drops are experienced across the state, as people rush to the restroom in unison during commercials.

Nebraska football is an unbelievable uniting force in the state. Tom Osborne is one of the greatest men around. He is a true philanthropist.

It is my feeling that people in Iowa suffer from a most severe case of penis envy, living next to the epitome of the football world. Loyal fans, coaching legends, phenomenal players: imagine what your beloved Troy Davis could have done running for a real football program under a real coach, behind a real line. He would have earned that Heisman he deserved. Be prepared for Saturday — last week has left the Huskers a little pissed.

Ryan Forman

Freshman

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