The Friday after Thanksgiving

To most folks, the Friday after Thanksgiving really doesn't have much meaning. Oh sure, there are a few loose bolts who got up at O dark thirty to go shopping someplace, but generally, it's a loafing lame day...except in Lincoln.

This is Colorado day in Lincoln. It's a little after 9:00 am and the streets outside of the coffee house are starting to fill with the red-clad fans of Nebraska football. It normally is a pretty exciting time in Lincoln but this is one of those seasons. If the Huskers don't win today, no bowl game and the streak of 30 something bowl game appearances comes to an end. That's a sad possibility especially in Nebraska.

There is a reason. Grayness. That's what's in store for the next three or so months. Nothing but grayness and cold and maybe lots of snow. But grayness is the big deal. Gray skies. Gray snow. Gray looking people. Just grayness.

A Colorado win would extend the color part of the year for a few more days. People would be talking about the bowl game even though it will be played a long time before New Year's Eve in some town not really known for bowl games. Rattletrap Rose will get a few more hundred hours of explaining how Nebraska football operates and what players really are deep down inside...Benson Bunnies, Lincoln Southeast Knights. He knows alot about mascots.

But even that will not stop the coming grayness. I should be more positive. Christmas is on the horizon. My bother's birthday in January. Mine in February. And then the grayness gives way to be best part of the year...

Tornado season!

Go Big Red. Beat the Buffs and hold off the gray for another day.