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Husker's problem is, well, he's a Husker. He has a code on his "about page" on how to read his name. Here's some code he understands:

1977 Nov 25 Norman 38 7 31 WIN

1976 Nov 26 Lincoln 20 17 3 WIN

1975 Nov 22 Norman 35 10 25 WIN

1974 Nov 23 Lincoln 28 14 14 WIN

Those are the years and the scores by which the Sooners bitch slapped Nebraska and made them like it, during Husker8877's term there, assuming he didn't wash out of college altogether.

Poor baby. Ugly wife AND a loser. Pity.

Like you were ever on any football field, anywhere, ever. Watching from those stands can be mighty treacherous alright.

Least I had the guts, the body, and the ability to make it onto the field, friend. Still do, as a matter of fact.

And by the way, we Huskers give credit where credit is (and was) due. The Sooner teams of the mid-to-late 70's were the greatest wishbone teams of all time--backed by some of the finest defenders in the country. Beat me in Lincoln in 1976 on an incredible game-ending flea-flicker to Peacock, and then bitch-slapped us in 1977 in Norman.

No, pardner, I am proud as hell to have been on the field doing my best for the Huskers those 2 seasons--win or lose. My 6'-4", 232lbs wouldn't make it onto a field now, but in mid-70's, it was pretty good. And I played well enough to get drafted by the Steelers of 1978--didn't make it, but to play a while on the greatest team in NFL history, I can be proud of that too.

So don't think you know me at all.