Son of a husker and a gopher so for a long time my household wasn't stressed typically in college football matters. Grew up in St. Paul though and found myself going to basketball and hockey games more at first but eventually started tuning in for football on Saturdays. I can't quite pin it down but in the 90s I got hooked. The most satisfying moments I can recall were '05 Michigan when Russell beasted the whole Michigan defense to get the jug, (first time we had held it since I was living) and '03 seeing us take the axe back on Lloyd's FG. With the darkest moment being Michigan in that same year of course.
When Nebraska announced plans to enter the B1G there was no doubt in my mind whom my squad would be. Even though I had attended more games at UNL (dad's family is from Lincoln and grandparents still live there) I was committed to the Gophs 100%. No interest in anyone else now, even with the change of scenery in my new locale. I can't wait for the day we march on Pasadena, and I'm willing to endure all the hardship, disappointment, and waiting that comes with it. Because when that day comes and I sit in my seat watching the sun set on the San Gabriel mountains, I know it will all come full circle for me.
Ski-U-Mah boys, Beat Wisconsin!