Okay, about the time of my last comment on this thread, the neighbor came over.
Both of us born and raised in Nebraska, and close to land that gives us life, instinctively understood that it was over, that Texas was going to win, even though at the time Nebraska was leading, and there was lots and lots of time left.
So we got into his truck and drove around in the Sandhills--this was shortly after the beginning of the third quarter--looking at the cold sky bright with millions of stars (a natural phenomenon not noticeable in blue cities with much artificial light), as he listened to the game on the radio and relayed the details to me.
We knew, as only those in Nebraska would know.
The only question was, by how bad were we going to lose?
I suppose one can derive some consolation by that it was a one-point loss, Texas winning on a last-second field goal. But that just proved that Texas is not as good as Texas thinks it is, and in fact not nearly as good as franksolich had thought Texas was.
