Misappropriated the coach's name? What a rock headed simpleton. Has franksolich committed some kind of identity theft? No. Tried to pass himself off as this football coach? No.
Go find a taco truck, you dumb ass.
Yeah, I've told the "why" of it so many times I have it memorized.
The screen-name "franksolich" goes way back before anybody ever heard of the former Nebraska head football coach; to 1994, to be exact. I'm sure that by now, 22 years later, it's one of the oldest screen-names on the internet still in existence.
Being naïve when I first got introduced to the internet that year (1994), I'd wanted to use my real name as my screen-name, but found out it'd already been taken. Which was a good thing, I guess, but I didn't realize that at the time.
I wanted to have a screen-name suggestive of solidity, integrity, principle, ethics, moral standards, clean sportsmanship, fair play. Alas, "georgebush" was already taken too.
The sports section of the
Omaha World-Herald was laying on the floor by the chair in front of the computer, and I picked it up to see if I could cull any inspiration from the stories therein. There was one story about a then-unknown high school football coach in Omaha; I vaguely recalled he'd played for Nebraska during the mid-1960s, and had been a star, even though he was tiny.
Now,
that was a name suggestive of solidity, integrity, principle, ethics, moral standards, clean sportsmanship, fair play. Happily, "franksolich" was available, and I snapped it up.
It was only by coincidence that the guy a few years later became famous and much beloved by us.
Nebraska football fortunes have declined precipitously the past fifteen years, and I think it could be attributed to God being pissed off that Nebraska fired the then-winningest head coach in college football--or rather, the madman in the athletic director's office fired him.
Because of the madman, who himself wasn't replaced until a few years later, I'm also sure that God has doomed Nebraska to spend the same amount of years wandering in the desert, as Moses and the Chosen People did, forty years in the football wilderness. (So we still got a quarter of a century to go, before we're back in the Promised Land.)
Just because of somebody's ****ing ego, we lost the services of a decent and civilized man, a man of quality and principle and integrity, a man who cared more about Nebraska and Nebraska football than his puffed-up idiot boss did.
I'm proud to use the name, but alas for the primitives, no one can show where I've ever misrepresented myself as being the real thing. No way. This franksolich is even by idiots discerned to not be the real thing.
