If you know me well, or if you’ve read this column for years, you know how much Husker football means to me. Always has, always will.
Despite getting a breaking news alert during our grandson’s peewee football game that things were a little, um - frosty - in Lincoln Sunday morning.
Despite a horrible coaching record for Frost during his tenure.
Despite the oh-so-many close calls which left many fans feeling next week would be the turning point.
I’m not sure I believe in the Solich curse, but I remember the night of Frost’s first game as head coach, as a storm focused on Memorial Stadium, paint...
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