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Listen, I'm ready for this #Huskers team to come out and play with some Fuck you energy. Some real black-hat, burn down the establishment villain shit. Because: what have we got to lose? #GBR
This can still be a really fun season. It's incredibly blissful, when you finally accept the freedom of going fully off the rails. Why not turn Scott Frost into Hunter S. Thompson and just kind of get weird?
Let's run some trick plays. Let's throw Martinez out wide and let McCaffery chuck it to him deep. Let's let Mario Verduzco give a post-game press conference that somehow references Sun Tzu AND some obscure study about apples that shows their restorative health properties.
We need something, right? I feel like we're right at the precipice, here, and just need someone to kind of kick us off. (But not our kickers. Because we know how that would go. LOL)
Two games and zero fucks left. That should be the mantra. It we can somehow close this bizarro, stagnant-ass season off with just two more wins? Well, suddenly we're enjoying ourselves once again.
So let's try to hang 88 points on Maryland. Let's have Scott Frost pull a Juul out midgame and vape some CBD oil directly onto Wan'Dale's hamstring.
Let's stick two middle fingers up through this dirt that's spilling into this casket of a season just to show everyone that there's still some life down here.
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Bruce Willis announced that he's stepping away from acting due to an aphasia diagnosis.
About 12 years ago, my Dad had a massive stroke. He was diagnosed, shortly thereafter, with Aphasia. Here's a little bit what it's been like for us and for him.
First, I'll state the obvious: when it comes to matters of the brain and the human body, no two people seem to be alike. These are our experiences and in no way predictive of what the Willis family will go through or what Bruce himself will deal with.
Second: I'm far from medically inclined and I may miss on some of the details of his condition or get them wrong. I encourage all of you to go to aphasia.org for actual smart people saying actual smart things.
National pundits trying to burn Nebraska football with some giant, curtain-pulling reveal of our mediocrity like the miserably predictable magicians that they are; ignoring the fact that we put the fucking rabbit in the hat backstage already.
Like, "Tah-Dah!" You guys had Mike Riley as a coach and have underperformed.
What a fucking revelatory move, David Blaine. Hell of a plot twist, considering we were in the writers room the entire time, you stumblefucking twits.
"Abra-Cadabra! You guys care way too much!"
Whoa, Houdini. My mind just blew the fuck out of my skull, like we're not B-Rabbit kicking our own ass and then handing them the mic to try to tell us how we over-Tweet and underwin.
Nebraska leaves the Big Ten, signs a streaming deal with Amazon -- giving them access to the program a la 'Hard Knocks' -- and giving NU a direct & unprecedented pipeline to proper medical supplies and merch distribution (I have no idea how this actually works, so bear with me).
They show a fully televised scrimmage, a 7-on-7s contest, and a skills challenge on consecutive weekends that enable the team to showcase themselves and enable Amazon to have an "Adults Only", swear-words/drinking encouraged broadcast of a game against Iowa after a few weeks.
They also feature Scott Frost and Mario Verduzco going one-on-one in both chess and beer pong. Iowa gets a $2,000,000 check for participating and Nebraska makes bank.
RIP to the place that once sold me a case of Beer Thirty Light for $11.98.
Again, I bought an entire 30 cams of beer for under $12. And it tasted like it.
Beer Thirty Light, which has a STAGGERING 1.5 rating on a beer app.
And which -- and I'm sure this was purely in my own mind, but I can't shake the fact that it feels wholly accurate as I reflect on it now -- somehow TASTED purple, like the box.