Husker Memory Lane

As the season approaches, the Husker juices start to heat up I've noticed through the years on other forums,

:(, it's natural to share memories as the fever rises. Here's one from a Geezer:

When Husker Nation was being formed there was only radio and the rare TV game. Families, Friends, in some cases the whole town would huddle around a radio on a Saturday afternoon and listen to the game. I treasure that time, Lyle, play by play and your imagination would go ballistic as you tried to picture in your minds eye the action in Lincoln, 300 miles away. You would develop a preconceived notion of the action, players, stadium, the whole scene. When you finally got a chance to make the pilgrimage it was magical and I remember it being way beyond what I imagined. One of my first trips, as we were walking around campus(I didn't even know what a campus was, but I sure liked it) an idea occurred to me and as we were walking by a student dorm(I had no idea what that was, but I wanted to move there now) I told my parents I had to go the bathroom, bad(always a good excuse to slip away for some exploring.) They said go ahead, hurry up, I slipped into the dorm and there was an elevator! I'd probably been in one once or twice so naturally I head straight for it. I got in the back and just before the doors closed to take me I know not where, Wayne Meylan stepped into the upward bound, box.. Of course I couldn't believe it,I was afraid I'd pee my pants. Mr Meylan turned around and looked at my scrawny little person about to explode, smiled, put out his huge paw and said Hi little fellow. I was in a trounce, somehow I got back to my parents and they took one look at me and said something like, "What do you do know?" I blurted out what had happened so fast, it sounded like Chinese, my parents rolled their eyes and said I needed to get some food, I was making things up again.

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  • Good story.

    My Husker love started from birth and my memories start just after the Triplets.  I grew up with the Big Red on radio.  My dad, brother and I would do the yard work first thing on Saturday morning because dad was always wanting to be eating lunch during the game. We had a picnic table in the backyard, would eat during the first quarter or so and then after a rest and halftime the football would be flying in our backyard while the second half was going on.

    Living in SE Arizona and not having cable or satellite tv I get to somehow relive those moments by going to a wi-fi hotspot with a packed lunch and snack and listen to the radio calls over the net.  1 more year of that though, the plan is next year to get the internet at the house again.  Oh yeah, I'll be honest, I love listening to games more than watching.  I know my family can't figure out, but its something that is built into me I guess.

    • Great story, Chris.  I think it's cool that your dad turned gamedays into a family event.  Many families today could use a big old dose of "family time" I think.  Bonding over Husker games will no doubt stick with you forever.

      GO BIG RED!

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  • Good story, Gofor. 

    I remember how much I got used to listening to Husker games on the radio every saturday in the fall.  When I moved to Nebraska in 1984, I had no grasp of what Husker football meant to the state.  I marveled at how everyone wore red on Saturdays, and how football crazy most folks were.

    By 1986 or so, I was hooked on Husker football.  How could you not admire Tom Osborne?  How could you not appreciate the dominance of Nebraska football and the obvious dedication, effort, and desire of those teams to perform on the field.  The Huskers were big, strong, dominant, and dignified.  Not a lot of bragging, not much chest thumping compared to other teams, just physical domination and a solid handshake after a win.  You had to love the Tom Osborne perpetual "Well, you know, (enter Husker opponent here) has some pretty good players" before every game that was going to be a 50 point blow-out.

    On Saturdays, no matter what I was doing, yard work, house work, driving, or whatever, the games were on the radio.

    Something recently reminded me of those days.  This spring our local high school baseball team won district and sectional championships and went to the Missouri State Class 4 final 4.  I listened to each of the playoff games on our local radio station out in my garage.  When we got a bit hit to take the lead in the district championship, I started yelling in the driveway.

    I then noticed that two other folks were out in their driveways yelling also.  Our neighbors are not that close as we live in the country.  It was cool that I could hear other folks, off in the distance, cheering for the same thing I was at the same time.  Every game we would all be hootin' and hollering to the radio.

    It reminded me of the days of Husker football on the radio, and how everyone out working in their yards in my neighborhood in Kearney would start cheering at the same time when something big happened. 

    A collective experience without the crowds.  Spontaneous yelling by folks separated by several lawns.  It was cool.

    I was also always impressed with how much my wife's grandma knew about football.  More than any of my friends back home in Missouri, that's for sure.

     

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