We’re so far removed from the Devaney-Osborne era that this seemingly non-stop ritual of having the new coach talk to TO and kiss his ring has gotten almost laughable.
The wifey and I are on vacation in Arizona. I was playing cards at a casino on Friday and an old woman saw my “N” shirt and said, “You’re either stupid or brave to be announcing you’re for Nebraska.” “Excuse me?” I replied, taken aback. (It’s not been my best weekend.). She said you started the season with one coach who went to REHAB and ended with another coach who went to JAIL!
Turns out she and her husband were transplanted Nebraskans from Wayne so it was all good but she did strike a nerve. Any moral high ground we once thought the program had has gone away and will need a serious rebuilt along with our football team.
99’s comment should give us Husker fans some warm, fuzzy feelings about Coach Rhule. He could have relaxed and played golf for the same money he’s getting to coach Nebraska. He’s here not for the money but because he saw this program as the perfect fit for his coaching philosophy. And he’s here because Trev saw he’s a grinder—it’s part of his DNA. Coach was at North Stadium at 5:30 am the next morning.
Beyond all that he appears to be a good character guy with a young family excited to be living in Lincoln. If we’ve learned anything, it’s that when Momma’s happy, everybody’s happy.
Face it, we’re all scarred and have become conditioned to be skeptical. But to me, the start of the Rhule era is like a refreshing hot shower. It’s time to have fun with Husker Football again.