I had a chance to go to the Nebraska-Iowa State football game today and I passed. (As in decided not to go instead of well...passed -vs- run.) I am not that football nuts anymore.
That, folks, is absolutely amazing. I used to be as football nuts as they come. You can tell a football nut, a Nebraska football nut, by the way they talk about the game. Nebraska never loses a game to a better team. They lose because they made too many mistakes. They lose because the ref made a bad call. They lose because the moon is full.
They lost me. Too much money. Too much time. Too much Rattletrap Rose.
I have fallen in love with other things. Sure, I am happy to see them win but it is not a big deal when they lose.
It used to be.
I would mope for days. I would get angry. I would see the season slip away into the Independence Bowl. Those were tough times. I would get on the band wagon when a player got arrested for something. "He's just a kid, let him play."
Truth is, some kids need to go to jail not to a bowl game.
I don't miss those arguments, either.
So I am going to learn some new things today. Lately, the new things have to do with Red Cross training. I learned how to do CPR and run a defibulator.
It wasn't too long ago when this Husker fan might have needed those things.
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