Big Red is Dead

Oh the drama!

The build up to the CU/NU game had that palpable feel of a defining moment for one team or the other. Could Colorado cap a turn-around season with a win over a hated rival while becoming bowl eligible? Could Nebraska build on the momentum of their blowout KSU victory and save their coach's job?

A crisp, cold morning greeted nervous revelers as they clomped through frozen parking lots nursing turkey hang-overs, beer in hand. Ralphie's fiery breath could be seen in enormous clouds of steam escaping her mighty nostrils. The clapping of tens of thousands of glove covered hands created a distinctive sound not unlike the thundering hooves of a heard of angry Buffaloes...

The valiant seniors were honored before the kickoff. A brave and earnest crew that had endured much and served well. All they desired in this world was one more victory over the Red Menace. Wiley veterans willing to sacrifice one more time in a battle of good versus evil.

Kickoff! The ball sails through the frigid air signifying the commencement of battle. Pads pop, steam rises from helmets, crazed fans cheer wildly.

The Buffs strike first. Behind a surging o-line and a bit of mis-direction, CU moves the ball well throughout the opening period possessing a lead of 10 late in the 1st quarter.

But then the fearsome Nebraska offense comes alive and begins to gobble up great swaths of yardage completing brilliant passes to large and burly receivers. Oh no, this can't happen! The Buffs trail by 11 at the half.

A solemn and chilly halftime witnesses Buff fans stifling the terror that stirs deep in their hearts. The prospect of a loss to the Corn is real yet unthinkable. This is not the way it is supposed to end...

But deep inside the home locker room a mighty force swells. The Buffs hatch brilliant defensive schemes aimed at forcing turnovers. They swear to strike hard and often. Meanwhile the offense collects themselves and vows to embody the smash-mouth style of play that is their true heritage. This is an army that will not be turned back!

Commence the second half. The visitors are treated in a most inhospitable manner. The black clad hosts deliver hits like mighty hammers. Interceptions rain down like justice! Punts are blocked by soaring Buffaloes possessed by the spirit of their victorious forefathers. Pancake blocks are delivered without mercy. Tailbacks bowl over would-be tacklers twice their size. Crushing tackles are delivered with unholy ferocity! In all, the Buffalo heroes place 65 on the scoreboard and a stake in the cold heart of the Cornhuskers.

On this day, victory and justice would not be denied the Buffaloes. On this day a statement is made which echoes from sea to shining sea. And that statement is - the Corndevils are dead. After endless years of pillaging and raping the good people of the college football countryside, the Red Scourge has been decisively put into their grave. And upon that grave we dance!