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Brethren,
For years, we’ve watched our team snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, make frustrating mistakes, and squander leads. I’ll admit, I was nervous heading into this game, haunted by memories of past letdowns.
But today feels different.
We’re not world beaters yet—truthfully, we haven’t beaten anyone significant. But here’s the thing: we haven’t beaten ourselves, either. This is the kind of win that feeds the Nebraska spirit. Sure, we might cling to the past, but no one else knows the challenge of maintaining excellence like we do—except maybe Alabama and Georgia. The rest? They have no clue how tough this road has been for us. We’ve been fighting to get back for decades, and now it feels like we’ve finally broken through.
Some of you know I had to miss my second straight Colorado game for a wedding. I’m not thrilled about being duped into another year of missing out. But flying back from Chicago to DC for work, wearing my Husker hat, it’s been electric. Fans from Oregon to Tennessee have been full of praise, and this time, it feels like a different kind of new beginning.
I couldn’t be prouder of how our guys showed up.
There’s hope.
We’re on the right track.
Go Big Mother Fucking Red!
For years, we’ve watched our team snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, make frustrating mistakes, and squander leads. I’ll admit, I was nervous heading into this game, haunted by memories of past letdowns.
But today feels different.
We’re not world beaters yet—truthfully, we haven’t beaten anyone significant. But here’s the thing: we haven’t beaten ourselves, either. This is the kind of win that feeds the Nebraska spirit. Sure, we might cling to the past, but no one else knows the challenge of maintaining excellence like we do—except maybe Alabama and Georgia. The rest? They have no clue how tough this road has been for us. We’ve been fighting to get back for decades, and now it feels like we’ve finally broken through.
Some of you know I had to miss my second straight Colorado game for a wedding. I’m not thrilled about being duped into another year of missing out. But flying back from Chicago to DC for work, wearing my Husker hat, it’s been electric. Fans from Oregon to Tennessee have been full of praise, and this time, it feels like a different kind of new beginning.
I couldn’t be prouder of how our guys showed up.
There’s hope.
We’re on the right track.
Go Big Mother Fucking Red!
