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I'm sure nobody here cares, but...
Dec. 4th, 2007 08:40 amBreaking news of the week here in Nebraska is that Bo Pelini is our new football coach. Tom Osborne just hired him, and already t-shirts have sprung up with the oh-so-clever slogans: "Bo Big Red" and "Bo! Bo! Bo! Merry Christmas".
Of course, the gist of some of the snarkier comments on LITR has been: "And how long until we start calling for Pelini to be fired?" This is a tough place to coach. If you do well, you'll get a bronze statue, a seat in Congress, sporting stadiums named after you, and legions of followers who worship you like Innsmouth and Imboca worship the fish-god Dagon. If you do poorly, however - or rather, if you fail to have nine wins a season and play for the Big 12 Conference Championship in San Antonio - you'll get death threats. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen: football is life here - it's bread and God and beer. People cry watching press conferences. Old women wear little red N earrings. We own the national record for consecutive sell-outs at our games. We have actually gotten recruits from Los Angeles to commit to our program because we take them to a home game and this gigantic amorphous, nebulous, passionate sea of red will roar their name in welcome. The game's radio broadcast is played over grocery store P.A. systems on Saturdays, and as Regina Spektor might say, fall Saturdays in Nebraska mean red, red, red. There is no place like Nebraska.
I'd also like to take this opportunity to encourage everyone and anyone to vote for Tom Osborne in ESPN's Greatest College Football Coach of All Time competition. He's got 38%, and Bear Bryant has 42%, so unless anybody's really devoted to Alabama, please vote for Tom.
Of course, the gist of some of the snarkier comments on LITR has been: "And how long until we start calling for Pelini to be fired?" This is a tough place to coach. If you do well, you'll get a bronze statue, a seat in Congress, sporting stadiums named after you, and legions of followers who worship you like Innsmouth and Imboca worship the fish-god Dagon. If you do poorly, however - or rather, if you fail to have nine wins a season and play for the Big 12 Conference Championship in San Antonio - you'll get death threats. If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen: football is life here - it's bread and God and beer. People cry watching press conferences. Old women wear little red N earrings. We own the national record for consecutive sell-outs at our games. We have actually gotten recruits from Los Angeles to commit to our program because we take them to a home game and this gigantic amorphous, nebulous, passionate sea of red will roar their name in welcome. The game's radio broadcast is played over grocery store P.A. systems on Saturdays, and as Regina Spektor might say, fall Saturdays in Nebraska mean red, red, red. There is no place like Nebraska.
I'd also like to take this opportunity to encourage everyone and anyone to vote for Tom Osborne in ESPN's Greatest College Football Coach of All Time competition. He's got 38%, and Bear Bryant has 42%, so unless anybody's really devoted to Alabama, please vote for Tom.
