Monday, November 19, 1984
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Daily Nebrasksa S?rior Etlitor
Well, the Big Red Shootout is
over, and I have once again cried
myself to sleep. Sure, I know, I'm
not the first and probably wont
be the last to bitterly mourn a
Cornhusker defeat, but gosh dang
it, it hurts.
When you're hurting like I am
it's of little consolation to know
thousands of fellow Husker fans
also sleep on soggy pillows. The
last few hours IVe spent wander
ing from trash can to trash can in
search of chicken bones, totally
without reason. I was in a daze
for awhile, like most of America
to be sure, but I eventually over
came it . Then I was moved, so to
speak, and I want to sing it to the
world.
My Big Bed story began Satur
day night in the inner-reaches of
sinoggy Grand Island. I managed
to get in only a couple hours of
sleep before I woke up in a bloody
sweat. It was an awful feeling,
kind of like digging around
through a dark refrigerator only
to find a small, dead animal in the
luncheon meats compartment.
From there on things are a
blurr in my memory. In piecing
the events of the evening together,
though, I figure I sleepwalked
until I reached the Tom Osborne
Expressway. And, like Canadian
Geese on their way to Mexico for
their annual Stroh's beer fiesta, I
began a great pilgrimage of my
own to the very heart ofblackshirt
land, UNL's Memorial Stadium.
By following that big red "N"
with the premanently burnt out
blub on the left side, I soon arrived
at my destination. There, shroud
ed by a veritable pine forest, lie3
all the peace and serenity this Big
Red fan could ever hope for the
Devaney-Osborne Shrine.
When I first stepped in among
the four marble columns, I could ing, or course
have sworn I heard the wailing of
angels. Instead, it turned out to
be only the sobs of channel three
sportscasterTerryYeagerpraying
for another shot at the Orange
BowL You bet that scared me, but
I was also excited. Yeah, as excited
as the first time I heard Larry
"Bud" Melman sing the theme
song for "Shangri-La."
Call it luck, call it fate, call it an
electro-magnetic ice-core boring
mechanism, but I believe I have
found all the strength and courage
111 ever need in this shrine. Just
think, it was built to honor two
coaches for winning 100 games
each over the course of their
careers at an estimated cost (to
private donors) of $ 1 00,000.
"What better place to start my
life over," I said to myself, caress
ing the two bronze busts of .the
coaches honored there.
"Maybe one day I'll be able to
bring my grandchildren here, the
Good Lord and Bob Devaney will-
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