Today is the official celebration of 125 seasons of Cornhusker football. This week’s corny kickoff poetry takes a look at what the Huskers mean to Nebraska.
Back in the day, 1890, we sawA team of red-clad footballersPlay their first game for Nebraska.Even then, there were hoots and hollers.
First win was Omaha YMCAAnd just so that one was not aloneA perfect season was madeWhen the team did beat Doane
If you did not know, Doane is in Crete#hiphophogwash and history meet
Husker fans treasure historyThe football seasons number 1-2-5Walk-on and scholarship equallyCultivate an intense pride
Many seasons have come and goneYoung men have grown into moreSeveral conferences Nebraska has wonIn all, made history and lore
Players here set the bar for an ageFor example, see Rimington, Dave
FIVE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPSAnd 3 Heismans have comeThis program is more than a blipAnd all who play are like our sons
People outside the Good LifePoint out the Huskers stand aloneThe whole state stops on a dimeAnd cheers the Red Storm
Some think we should ashamed beBecause nothing else does compete
Laugh they do, and say “flyover state!”Nothing else going on so Huskers aloneEntertain those with limited platesSaid in condescending tones
What they think is cause, ‘Tis really effectOther activities do not gain much startIt is a mistake if they expectTo pry the Big Red from Nebraska hearts
125 seasons the whole state has seenAll cheering for the Scarlet & Cream
***If you missed our past installments in the kickoff poetry series:
“Twas the Night Before Kickoff”
Husker Haiku + Team Jack Ode
Workin’ on a Pipeline

Source: Corn Nation