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Angels in the end zone
Despite ‘miracle/ God doesn’t care about Husker football
is a senior news-editorial
major and a Daily Nebraskan
photographer and colum
It’s being called the “Miracle in
The amazing catch by Matt
Davison after Scott Frost’s pass
bounced off of Shevin Wiggins’ foot
will be remembered as one of the cra
ziest endings to a Husker game ever.
How does Matt Davison account
for what happened during this play?
“I guess the Lord was watching
over me, because I wa^ in the right
place at the right time.”
- I don’t think so.
Why is it that, according to the
winners, God is always to thank for
their victory, while the losers always
attribute their loss to not playing as
well as their competition?
I have bad news for Husker fans
everywhere: God isn’t really on our
He has better things to do.
People often have a hard time
understanding this, but why would
God play favorites during a football
game? Are Husker fans more spiritu
Nebraskans should count their
blessings that God doesn’t play
favorites during a football game
because if He did, Nebraska would be
hurting in a bad way.
Here in the middle of the heart
land we have some of the best damned
fans that money can buy.
God specifically said one day to
Moses that He didn’t want people to
worship anything more than they do
Him. But in the fine state of Nebraska
there is no way that God could ever
compete with Comhusker football.
Husker power is a religion in this
When was the last time God
brought together 76,000 screaming
worshipers together in this state, all of
who dress the same, do the same holy
chants and pay outrageous prices to
sit through sometimes-intolerable
When was the last time God
received more play in Nebraska news
papers than the good oF scarlet and
cream? These same papers, including
the Daily Nebraskan, Lincoln Journal
Star, and Omaha World-Herald, have
been tossing words like “miracle”
around Davison’s catch as if it were
fact rather than opinion.
God has met his match in this state,
and if He played favorites during foot
ball games, Nebraska would not win a
single game until Husker worship
became second to spirituality.
It doesn’t matter how many “Hail
Mary” passes you throw, the mother
of Christ is not going to answer. *
It is hard to understand why peo
ple have such a hard time with this.
Most team prayers consist of thanking
the Lord for a chance to play and ask
ing Him to keep players safe from
serious injury. This is all good but
when you start praying, “Dear Lord,
let us win by 60 points this week so
we can be in first place again,” there is
something seriously wrong.
Last Saturday, somewhere behind
the pearly white gates, I highly doubt
God the Father was dressed in red
yelling, “Hey Jesus, grab me another
beer! I’m getting creative with this
Divine intervention had nothing
to do with the outcome.
But that notion is a tough sell in
After the game Receivers Coach
Ron Brown said, “I do not believe in
luck but in a sovereign God. It seemed
to me there were many prayers and
God heard from a whole lot of people
at that point.”
I’ll tell you what God heard
throughout the second half of the
game. He heard the voices of thou
sands, maybe millions of Husker fans
using His name in vain. I bet there
were a heck of a lot more people
yelling “God dammit!” than there
were people pleading “Dear God
Husker madness is a cult religion
in this state, and its pull and magni
tude is disgusting. There is a point
where team support turns into obses
sion, and for many Husker fans, that
line has been crossed.
No other team, college or pro, for
any sport, has held as many consecu
tive sellout events with the magnitude
of people that Nebraska has for its
football games. Fan support is noth
ing short of awesome for Husker foot
ball and it is something the state
should be proud of for the most part.
But it has become grotesque in its
religious tones. If tickets were only $ 1
and Memorial Stadium could hold a
million fans, there is little doubt that it
would get filled for every game.
It is eerie to watch so many people
clap in unison when the Huskers take
the field. Whfn 76,000 people crowd
together in tfie o'nfyabioui
five city blocks shid all do the “wave”
together, and when everybody is
dressed the same and abides by the
same belief that Nebraska is number
one, it is hard not to compare it all to a
Enjoy Husker football to its
fullest. Continue to follow it and sup
port it; but to the people who let it
dominate their lives, maybe it is time
to re-evaluate your priorities.
Obsession with violence a matter of choice .
MATT PETERSON is a senior
English and news-editorial major
and a Daily Nebraskan colum
A primal roar arose from the mass of
humanity surrounding the arena as yet another
Evander Holyfield uppercut rocked Michael
Moorer to the canvas.
It was Saturday night, and having only the
most essential faculties at my disposal, I was
compelled to join in the revelry of my fellow
man by raising the roof and whooping in
Was this passion inspired by inebriation or
What is the appeal of two Vaseline-coated
goliaths beating each other into oblivion?
Does this appeal, which bore a hefty price
tag of nearly $50, betray the stagnation of evo
Is man’s obsession with violence a matter of
instinct or of choice?
How far did Nebraska slip in the polls?
These are the burning questions I faced on
After learning that the Huskers had dropped
to third in both polls, I promptly returned to bed,
with visions of Sears Trophies dancing in my
head, and thus left philosophy to whatever cog
nizance this week’s deadline may inspire.
However, for fear of biting off more than I
can chew and gagging on my own hypocrisy,
which seems to be the major preoccupation of
the college columnist, I’ll qualify this cog
nizance by admitting my blissful membership
to the ignorant masses.
I enjoy organized violence as much as the
next red-blooded (or is that red-necked?)
American. Sports and movies are two of this
country’s greatest preoccupations - and the
more violence these institutions have to offer,
the grander their rewards become.
Football, a sport in which banging your
brain against the inside of your skull (some call
it a concussion) has become a routine and liter
ally forgettable occurrence, has claimed its
place as our national pastime.
Apparently, the infrequency of collisions at
home plate and those bean-ball-inspired brawls
have rendered baseball a passing fancy.
Our collective taste in movies has fared no
better. The summer before last, it took no less
than the potential genocide of the human race,
at alien hands, to compel us to the theaters in
Ordinary violence is no longer satisfying -
the masses have demanded extraordinary vio
lence. In one of last summer’s most successful
blockbusters, “ConAir,” the villain meets his
end by flying through both sides of a skywalk,
then proceeds to fall through several power
lines before landing on a conveyor belt which
carries him to a rock crusher where his head is
promptly turned to pulp. A wince would proba
bly be the proper response, but I found laughter
to be much more typical.
Admittedly, none of this is new.
“Desensitization” was the buzzword of my
adolescent years - Metallica, “Miami Vice,”
and Mortal Kombat were, according to a score
of experts, the harbingers of our self-destruc
Cries of censorship proved the inevitable
response, and once this paper tiger had been
properly dispatched, pop culture was again free
to revel in supposed human nature.
Now it would seem that society has become
desensitized to its own desensitization. We have
taken Tennyson’s “nature, violent in tooth and
claw,” and postulated our own dubious adden
dum: Man is a product of nature; therefore man
is red in tooth and claw.
Traditionally, mankind is more concerned
with distinguishing itself from the natural
world. Along with an often-imposing sexual
appetite, this assumed violent impulse is one of
the fmal links which man concedes to nature.
It is indeed a jungle out there.
Just watch the latest episode of Fox’s “When
Animals Attack” series, yet another example of
our peculiar penchant for violence, if this is not
already evident. But natural violence has a pur
pose, and whether it be satisfying an appetite,
demonstrating dominance or discouraging
Marlin Perkins, it usually proves to be an essen
Man, on the other hand, is the only animal
who has come to appreciate violence for vio
If, by chance or by design, we do possess
some innate violent impulse, nature has grant
ed us solace in the discretion that intelligence
prescribes. And just as it is the better part of
valor, discretion is also the better part of vio
Far be it from me to suggest society con
cede its blood sports, be they cinematic or
competitive in nature. I’ll continue to love
football, and, as far as I’m concerned, if you
give Bruce Willis a semi-automatic weapon,
he can do no wrong.
However, it is important that mankind not
acknowledge violence as an impulse, but as a
Human beings come into this world with lit
tle more than the sucking instinct to guide them;
therefore, we must question those “instincts”
that society has ascribed.
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