caN U feel it?

We are well into Husker football season here in "the good life" and it shows.  The sea of red takes over Lincoln, NE, and creates the 3rd largest city in the state.  Although I'm sure there are individuals in other states at other colleges that have a passion for their team, the Huskers hold a dear place in my heart (right next to Angus cattle).

My brothers and I are the 3rd generation to attend the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.  My grandfather received a degree in what was then called "animal husbandry," and played Cornhusker football.  Otto was a small town kid from Hemingford, Nebraska whose passion for agriculture stemmed from time spent on his Aunts' and Uncles' farm outside of town.  While at the U he met, his wife Delores (where my outrageous middle name comes from).  Once he graduated and began raising cattle, Otto made a unique trade with the Huskers.  He provided a steer every year for the football team's beef, and in exchange received season tickets to watch the team.

My mother followed her father, and older siblings to UNL and there met my dad.  Again Husker football played an important role in their lives.  My parents' first color TV was purchased distinctly so the Huskers could be watched in their glorious red and white. 

The Cornhuskers are as much a part of my heritage as the cattle that graze in the pastures at home.  Standing with my fellow students, I still feel the excitement and passion I felt as a freshman.  Husker football is a big deal in Nebraska, but it's not just about the win-loss record or National Championships (by the way we have 5).  It's about connecting with the people in our lives, both the folks in the stands and the generations before. I'll always be a Nebraska fan, and an agriculture advocate, it's in my blood!

GO BIG RED!

'till the cows come home,
Ellie