Tiger, tiger, burning bright / In the forests of the night

Dave took me to homecoming last Saturday for what has become my annual Husker game. This year it was a night game (v. Missouri's Tigers), which I was glad for--my first game last year resulted in a nasty sun burn that took weeks of gross peeling to endure.

This year, unlike last, I didn't make it without having to use the restroom, which proved to be both loud and smelly. The men's room was like a sauna if saunas were cement and smelled like pee. Screaming fans, drunk men who could barely walk, and the pee smell are, I suppose, part of the experience. So I experienced it. Here are some highlight pictures.

I am personally glad they make band people do this and not orchestra people. I could not stroll in line if my life depended on it.

When I start paying attention to just how many people are around me in the stadium I get a wee bit sick. It's just too much like a koi fish pond where they thrash over one another to get the food. Gross.

I didn't get pictures of them, but sitting behind us were some tried and true old timers. I have always had a fondness for old timers, but I really loved lines like, "Quit clown'n around!" I wish that they only let in old timers into the stadium.

This part--when Nebraska scored--was fun. The kid below us was high-fiving us a ton--even accidentally when Missouri scored. He high-fived hard. My hand hurt. He began to mope when we were losing and he never ended up returning after half time. I suppose he was too sober by that point.

The guy below, however, ruined the spirit of the game by totally stealing the flying hot dog that hit Dave's shoulder. Ever since Czech Fest, I strongly believe that Dave and I have an affinity for attracting flying hot dogs and what better place to prove it than at a Husker game where Der Weinerschlinger hurls dogs into the air via a small air canon? The flying wiener was ours, I say, ours!

It was very, very quiet as we left the Stadium in the third quarter. Everyone was sober by this point. So much for Husker power and all that. There's always next year, folks.

Did I mention that my building on campus is falling apart and that Dave and I saw the luxurious new sports training complex? I'm glad we Huskers have things in perspective, especially when I show up to work.

And yet, I'm still mad about the wiener.