Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The Corn Bowl

FOTBs,

Look, facts are facts. We don't like Nebraska and they don't like us. Although in our case, the reasons for disliking NU are well understood and justified. In their case, they hate us because we have beautiful women, a future, command over the English language and this evil "blogging" technology which surely is the work of Satan or the Democrats and what's the difference anyway...

The point is that Friday's game will be a big damned blood feud. Both teams wanting to exact a pound of flesh and claim bragging rights for one year. To the victor go the spoils whatever that means.

I, like all Buffs, would just hate losing to the Huskers. Yet I must admit that they are likely to kick our butts. They have a solid, talented team which is clearly on the rise. They will play in the Big XII champioship game next week and good bowl after that. The Buffs on the other hand are 2-9 with no bowl game on the horizon. A pitiful season nearly mercifully over...

But wait, faithful. Know this - the road to Buffaloe salvation goes through Stinkin' Lincoln. We will bring every last ounce of emotion, every last bit of energy to the game on Friday. We may go down, but we'll do so having fired every last bullet in our gun. And we will walk off that field with our heads held high - win or lose.

In many ways, it's a no lose situation for the Buffs. Everyone expects us to lose. So if we do, we merely meet expectations. But if we win? Oh brother! If we win, we're the Corn Bowl Champs with heaps of mometum going into next year. NU is utterly humilated by losing - at home - to a 2-9 team one week before going to the conference champioship game. Husker confidence is so rattled that they lay a turd in KC and lose to Texas 70-3 (eery isn't it?) and similarly collapse in the bowl game before spending the off-season searching for answers. And every night they'll cry themselves to sleep knowing that it was the Buffs who once again knocked the Corn Express off the tracks and into the ditch.

And that is why we play this game, friends. For the chance to exact pain on a much deserving cult of Corn. Delicious, isn't it?

Happy Thanksgiving. Give thanks that you were born a Buff.

GO BUFFS!
Buffalover

1 comment:

BuffChick said...

You are a truly gifted writer - I hang on every word. Jake and I are taking the overnight train to the Corn Bowl and expect to come home with smiles on our face. Be sure that Bjax is waiting to have the game of his life and walk by Shawn Watson without even shaking a hand.