The Husker season is only a day away. The offseason is a brutal marathon, and now, with the end in sight, we find ourselves stumbling toward the finish with nothing but WNBA “highlights” ringing in our ears.
(Author’s note: The WNBA is kind of like Karaoke. Sure, it has a few similarities to the original, but you have to be really drunk to truly enjoy it.)
The adrenaline-needle-to-the-heart surge of joy that comes with the morning of a Husker football game is very nearly here. As I have for the past two years, it’s time to lay out a few of my hopes, thoughts and concerns about this year’s team.
As a fan, it’s truly a high wire act, balancing our truly crazed inner fanhood with the rational, collected individual who knows a little bit about sports. Some people don’t even try to find that balance.
I struggle every year as the season begins to rein in the manic, wild-eyed fanatic that is buried just beneath the surface of my outer calm. With my split Husker fanhood, it's truly a balancing act, and this close to the season, that balance is always on razor’s edge.
Dr. Hatchyll, the more analytical, fact-based part of my fanhood, preaches logic. He’s calm, understands that winning actually isn’t everything, and realizes that even if the Huskers lose, he can still have a pretty good Saturday.
Mr. Fan is a werewolf at dusk, waiting for the moon to rise. He’s the Cullen family volunteering at a community blood bank during National Hemophilia Day. He’s the guy who every year, when he starts running his fingers down the schedule, keeps seeing the “W”s pile up like he’s in that section of the phone book.
Winning is paramount. It’s exclusive. When the Huskers win, Mr. Fan is Scarface-faceplant high and when we lose he’s in need of a negotiator to talk him down off the ledge.
So what does each of these guys think about the upcoming season? What do they believe the ceiling is for this Nebraska team?
Let’s find out.