Elf on the Shelf 2014 – Day 2

If you haven’t heard about the Nebraska Cornhusker football team firing head coach Bo Pelini, I’d wager to bet you’re either living a quiet life off the grid surrounded by miles of undisturbed nature or you somehow spent the past three days lying unconscious in a bathtub filled with ice.

Better check those kidneys.

But seriously, let’s face it…there’s not a whole lot of news that comes out of Nebraska. With the exception of a lovely little story about a woman trying to run over a couple who unknowingly stole her parking spot in the local Wal-Mart lot that made national news last month, you’ll find very few mentions of this quaint little section of the country making headlines.

Then we fired our football coach, and all hell breaks loose.

I’ll freely admit it. I’m a big fan of Bo Pelini. I’ve liked him from the very first game of the very first season. I like his passion. I like his focus. I like the fact that he doesn’t mince words or put on a fake smile or allow the frenzied media to back him into a corner. I like the fact that in addition to being one helluva football coach, he also cares very deeply that those boys who march onto the football field on Saturday also excel in their academics, give back to the community, and learn how to be humble and gracious beneath the weight of the one of the most loyal and passionate fan bases on the planet.

I like to see my favorite team winning championships as much as the next guy. But I don’t believe in compromising morals or values or the futures of those young men on the field just to claim a shiny trophy at the end of the season. I’d much rather support a coach like Pelini–a coach who believes in building a solid foundation off the field first. So yes, I’m sad to see him go, because of the wonderful things he’s done here, and for the things I believe he was going to do if he’d been granted the same tenure as our beloved Tom Osborne. I have no doubt that he will go onto greatness somewhere. And I know there are a lot of folks around here who are wishing him well, and who will never forget him.

So things are a little crazy here in Nebraska right now, as we’re caught in this strange spot at the end of the season, waiting to play in an undetermined bowl game, and waiting to see who will be chosen to step into some very big and empty shoes.

Seems the news made it all the way to the North Pole, because we found Cosette this morning giving our disheartened mascot, ol’ Herbie Husker, a little pep talk.

Sweet little elf. She’s part of the Husker family now.

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Go Big Red! And godspeed, Mr. Pelini. You’re a great coach, and one helluva human being. You’ve officially made it onto my “People I Want to Have a Beer With” list. Thank you for all that you’ve done. I’m happy that you will always be part of our Husker history.

Project Life 365 – Day 29 – Red

There’s no denying my hubby is a sports fiend. Name a sport, and he’ll watch it–anything from football and baseball to golf and bull riding. Now, I’m not saying he’s a huge Nascar or PBR fan by any means, but Steven is the kind of guy who can appreciate just about any sport.

The guy can spend an entire afternoon watching Olympic curling. End of story.

Now, the sports he gets crazy over? Those would be football, baseball, and hockey, with basketball following closely behind. He is a diehard Mets, Jets, Islanders and Knicks fan. He’s a yelling, screaming, jumping, hat-throwing maniac when the big games are on the line, and he admits he always thought he was a crazy sports fanatic…

…until he met me.

Growing up, Steven never paid much attention to college football. Born and raised in New York and an abundance of professional sports teams, college football just never seemed very interesting. He might catch a bowl game now and then, but other than hearing the occasional Notre Dame score, few people in Steven’s little corner of the east coast really care about college football.

I’m pretty sure my football obsession is one of the things that sold Steven on marrying me…well a combination of that, and the fact that I love video games, Twin Peaks, The and the X-Files as much as he does. The first time he ever sat down to watch an entire Husker game with me, listened to my Dad and I analyzing the game on the phone during halftime, and watched me shout at the TV and leap up off the couch to scream and clap and cheer for my team, he couldn’t believe it. Then, when my family flew him to Lincoln to attend a Homecoming game against Missouri, he finally began to understand why we Nebraskans always say that we bleed Husker red.

He also says that marrying a Nebraskan girl is like marrying into the Mafia, so be prepared fellas. If you can’t handle a girl who dresses in red, flies her Husker flag, and can curse worse than a sailor on any given Saturday during college football season, you better just keep lookin’.

And since I couldn’t decide which pic I liked best–Smartassy Steve, Serious Steve, or Smiley Steve–I just used all three. My blog, my rules. ūüôā

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Excavation 2012 – Day #20 – Hello Hello Old Husker Phone

I’m not even sure exactly when I bought this old phone for my parents.

I know it was a Christmas present, and I know I purchased it while I was living in New York, so it could have been anytime between 1998 and 2007, though I’m leaning more toward 2003ish. When I found it, I figured it would be a perfect addition to my parents’ Husker room because, instead of a regular ring, it played the Cornhusker fight song whenever someone called.

How’s that for classy, huh?

Bad part was, there was a good five second delay for the fight song to actually start playing, which meant every other phone in the house would ring first. The phone also seemed to have only one volume–SCREAMING LOUD–and the fight song didn’t stop until it reached the end, which meant you either had to wait so long that you would risk the caller hanging up, or answer the phone and apologize profusely for any short term hearing loss the caller may suffer as a result.

A couple years ago, when Mom and Dad finally disconnected their home phone service, this little baby found its way back to me. I’m not exactly sure if there are many official rules regarding re-gifting, but I’m pretty sure sure that re-gifting a gift back to the original gifter is generally frowned upon.

Unfortunately, when it comes to anything Husker-related, I have a hard time saying no.

With a new baby in the house, we thought it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to have a home phone that¬†rang louder than an air raid siren, so we packed the phone in a box and forgot we even had it. After finally deciding¬†that it was ludicrous to keep a phone company for a landline we never even use, it’s time for the ol’ Husker Fight Song Phone to find a new home.

Any takers?

365 Project – Day 273 – What’s Wrong with the 2011 Cornhusker Football Team?

So, I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little nervous about the Huskers being officially welcomed to the Big 10 tonight by the Wisconsin Badgers. I mean, we Husker faithful have been glued to every game since week 1, and well, we’ve definitely¬†seen some things that made us worry–missed tackles, a bumbling secondary, and a whole lot of fumbles. But perhaps it is the three things that we haven’t¬† seen a lot of that should be greater cause for concern–those signature Taylor Martinez running plays, some solid Blackshirt defense, and a red-faced Bo Pelini yelling on the sidelines.

I’ll start with Martinez. Here is a kid that I honestly feel has a whole lot of potential. He’s got a good arm, and you’d be hard pressed to find a quarterback playing college ball right now that could beat Martinez in a foot race. Better yet, he’s not just fast, he’s elusive. He can duck and juke and and slip through almost nonexistent holes in the line and make it look like child’s play. We’ve been watching this kid for a year now, and there’s a reason that we fans got excited when we saw what he could do on the field. There’s only one problem though–everyone else was watching too, and it didn’t take our opponents long to start fighting back.

The problem I see with Martinez is a lack of maturity and confidence on the field. There is no doubt in my mind that this kid has the talent to be a really great quarterback, but first he needs to decide that he actually wants to lead this team. Football has always been a game of momentum. Great plays lead to greater plays. Big tackles lead to bigger tackles. And hard fought victories lead to truly amazing seasons. Martinez took Husker Nation (and the rest of the nation) by storm when the 2010 season began, putting up big numbers and showing off his speed and agility. Then, he got cocky and downright farsighted in his approach, like he was striving to be a hero instead of the leader the team really needed. When an unfortunate injury put a noticable chink in his armor, everything just started to fall apart.

Watching Martinez through these first¬†5 weeks of the season, something just isn’t right. Moments of greatness are followed by moments of glaring inconsistency. We’ve seen long accurate passes followed by inexcusable fumbles, amazing scrambles for long gains followed by sloppy sidearm passes that are picked off with ease by the opposing defenses. In tonight’s shellacking by the Wisconsin Badgers, I watched Martinez throw three gut-wrenching interceptions, and it was like deja vu–Martinez drops back, scrambles, starts to run, then apparently changes his mind and heaves the ball across his body without taking the split second he needs to set his feet, and suddenly the ball is in the hands of a member of the Wisconsin secondary. Had Martinez committed to the run, I’m certain that he could have broken the line and run for a first down, if not more. Had he committed to the pass and taken a moment to set his feet and square his body, I think the he would have been rewarded with a number of completions and quite a few more points on the board.

And perhaps that is Martinez’s biggest problem this year–his lack of commitment. Just as there is no crying in baseball, there is no hesitating on the football field. Know your plays, know your teammates, and know your options, because as soon as that ball is snapped you’ve got one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi to make a decision and stick with it. It’s do or die out there gentlemen, and tonight we didn’t see a whole lot getting done.

And while we’re on the subject of a whole lot not getting done, it’s time to talk about the Blackshirt defense. The tradition behind the Blackshirts is a rich one, and I encourage you to read more about it if you’re unfamiliar by clicking HERE. For over 40 years now, Nebraska’s Blackshirt defense has made a name for itself as one of the most dominant in college football. Even when we have had some really tough years offensively, our Blackshirt defense has made Nebraska¬†a force to be reckoned with.

This year, however, I’m not sure whether our defensive players have really even earned their black shirts. In¬†just¬†5¬†games, Husker opponents have scored 160 points. That’s an average of 32 points a game.

32 points!

This isn’t the NBA people. Allowing the opposing team to score an average of 32 points a game is pretty much committing defensive sucide in most sports, football included. Between the missed tackles and our opponent’s receivers having enough space to show off their ballroom dancing moves in our secondary, it’s a wonder that we’ve actually been able to keep our average points against at just 32.

Don’t get me wrong, I have an enormous amount of respect for our defense and for the vital role they play in each and every game. I’m not ignorant enough about football to believe that any game can be won by the offense alone, but I have to admit that what I am seeing from Nebraska’s Blackshirt defense this year is starting to scare me. Something just isn’t clicking out there, and it’s resulting in a whole lot of preventable touchdowns.

The way I see it, playing good defense is all about learning to read your opponents and learning to listen to your intuition. No matter how good the opposing offense is, it is always possible to stop them, but first you need to settle down and start paying attention. A fine-tuned offense is a lot like a symphony being played renowned orchestra. There may be some changes in rhythm or some pauses along the way, but there is always a pattern. There is always a somewhat natural progression of notes and chords and cadence. Learn to recognize the rhythm and you can find a way to disrupt it. Learn to anticipate the changes and you can write your own melody.

I think the biggest mistake defensive players can make is to simply react. If that’s all you’re doing when you take the field against your opponent, then you have already lost. Instead of simply reacting, good defensive players must follow Ghandi’s advice and “be the change [they] want to see”. Forcing fumbles, stopping runs, and intercepting passes are not reactions, they are actions. Good defensive players don’t just sit back and wait for things to happen, they make things happen. They incite. They ignite. And, most importantly, they light a fire beneath the rest of the team.

And if there is anything the 2011 Huskers are missing, it’s that¬†fire.

That being said, it’s time to talk about Bo Pelini.

There are few people in this world who can get more visibly¬†fired up than Bo Pelini. If I were making a Top 5 list, Pelini would rank right up there with Lewis Black, MeatLoaf (after being locked in room with Gary Busey), a ‘roid-raging Danny Bonaduce and Adolf Hitler.

The thing that sets Pelini apart,¬†though, is that his rage is always justified. See, Pelini is a guy who loooooooves football. For him, it’s not just about winning. It’s about going out there and giving it absolutely everything you’ve got, and then some. If Pelini is giving one of his players a verbal bashing on the sideline, then you can be sure that player deserves it. Maybe he wasn’t paying attention and ended up jumping offsides, or maybe he was too busy planning his route to run for the touchdown before he’d even made sure that he caught the ball. See, Pelini knows that ridiculous, careless mistakes can be the difference between a¬†win or¬†a loss¬†that week, and when he catches one of his players making one, it’s his job to get that player’s attention and make sure he doesn’t do it again.

And yeah, maybe Pelini has done his fair share of yelling at the referees too, but I doubt he has ever said anything to those officials that you or I haven’t screamed from our living rooms as we watched¬†blatant holds get overlooked or a magic second get added to an expired¬†clock in a conference championship game.

If you ask me, guys like Bo Pelini are what real coaching is all about. As a coach, it is your job to motivate and inspire, to counsel and critique, to teach and correct. As a coach, it is your job to help an otherwise ordinary player tap into his potential and to mold an immature squad into a fine-tuned machine. You don’t forge steel with gentle nudges and delicate hands–you use force and fire. And you don’t lead an army to defeat an enemy with smiles and a soft-spoken request to “do your best”–you train them and test them and push them to the very edge before you can finally be sure that they are ready to be unleashed and hold their own in the battle. Anything less and you might as well just tied them up, blindfold them and lock them in a room with a pack of hungry wolves.

Sadly, this season, Pelini seems to have lost a bit of his fire. Maybe he is just a little reserved as he focuses on assimilating our Huskers into their new conference. And maybe he is still feeling the sting of being publicly admonished for a few rather candid displays of emotion during nationally televised games last season. Whatever the issue, I hope he clears it up fast, because our Huskers need someone who can light a little fire beneath them this season if we hope to make more than just a lackluster debut as the newest member of the Big 10. Come on, Pelini, let’s get this party started!

We Huskers have a long season still stretching out before us, and we have far too much talent and determination and pride¬†to let it end the way it did tonight in Madison. So, let’s learn our lessons from this loss and head into this next week of practice with a renewed sense of ourselves, our strengths, our weaknesses¬†and our goals. Let’s go, Big Red! We’re all right here behind you.