God help us -- the Red Clad Loon has written a book. 
Forever Red: Confessions of a Cornhusker 
Football Fan
was released by the University 
of Nebraska Press in July 2005. Go here to read the
promotional hullabaloo about the project, and then go here 
to reserve your copy.
If you want to. If not, we understand;
we're sort of an acquired taste.

 

Originally published in May 2001

As she sent me off to college oh so many years ago, Mother Loon gave me three nuggets of advice: (1) Never, ever, let your friends drive your car, especially if they've been putting back shots of Cuervo; (2) Always practice safe sex, even if the Cuervo makes you think you're in love; and (3) Just because it's red and has an big fat Husker-N on it doesn't mean you have to buy it. The first two nuggets have come in handy more than their fair share, but you know, I bet I use that third piece of advice on a daily basis around here.

Take a walk into the Nebraska Bookstore sometime. See how big that place is? How do you think it got that way? It's because Cornhusker fans, many of whom struggle to feed their family on a daily basis, can't resist buying all the outlandishly priced Husker-related junk in that place, and establishments like them. But just because it's Husker-related, doesn't mean it's good. In fact, I'd venture a guess that 85.2 percent of all Huskerphernalia is either ugly, extraneous or just downright stupid.

Of all those items that end up on -- and inevitably fly off of -- the shelves in the Husker Nation, these 10 stand out as the biggest mistakes. I don't know if the people who came up with these items were the offspring of siblings, or if the University of Nebraska-Lincoln simply doesn't bother to check if lots of the merchandise that bears its likeness sucks. All I know is that these 10 items are about as cool as swallowing a bag of fish-flavored glass shards.

NUMBER 10: THE "THANKS, COACH" BELT BUCKLE
This baby's got it all -- the words "Tom Osborne, a Coaching Legend," a likeness of Coach Tom, a comprehensive list of his national and conference championships, the words "Big Red Football", a scripted thank-you to Coach Tom, the words "1973-1997: An Era of Excellence", and for good measure, two stalks of corn. Because we all know that if it's one thing the ladies like, it's stalks of corn on a belt buckle. To date, this fine item has never helped anyone get laid. The closest instance was when one big redneck wore the buckle to a bar, and he wound up accusing another guy of being a homosexual because the guy was staring at his crotch all night. Turned out he was just a big Husker fan, wouldn't you know. 
NUMBER 9: THE 'SEA OF RED' POSTER
For a year now, Nebraska fans have been oh-so-pleased with themselves for having the sophistication and savvy to skip work on Friday, drive to South Bend and throw hundreds upon hundreds of dollars at Notre Dame ticket-holders until they finally gave in. All told, some 25,000 red-clad fanatics blew their family nest eggs to witness one of the worst special-teams disasters in modern school history. Commemorate this high point in capitalism with your very own "Sea of Red" poster, even if there ain't exactly a sea of red depicted -- more like a Oprah-sized puddle, really. While smugly waiting for the poster to arrive, feel free to pray to Christ Almighty that Notre Dame's suddenly wealthy fans don't return the favor in Lincoln this year.
NUMBER 8: MEMORIAL STADIUM REPLICA
The advertisement for this $75 piece of work calls it "The Legendary Home of the Nebraska Cornhuskers." It's cool to know that the stadium has become the stuff of legend, joining the ranks of King Arthur, Paul Bunyan and Bob Devaney. In further imploring you to buy this thing, the ad goes on to say: "Look closely at the precisely re-created goal posts and the carefully sculpted bleachers. Notice, too, the authentically reproduced scoreboard." And, if you look closely enough, you can see an authentic replica of Bill Byrne wandering around  the East Stands, scrounging around under the seats and looking for spare change.
NUMBER 7: THE 3-D MASCOT MUG
The 1980s were full of nasty, misguided crap, like leg warmers, Wang Chung, Atari 2600 and Reaganomics. All those were bearable, but if I could have, I would have taken two '70s and gone straight to the '90s -- if only to get away from this creepy, disturbing mug. The 1984 advertisement for it reads: "It's new! It's unique! Every red-blooded Cornhusker will have to have one! This bisque-fired mug is glazed inside and suitable for drinking." Yes, I'd have to do Hell of a lot of drinking before owning up to this thing.
NUMBER 6: MOLLY, THE LITTLEST CORNHUSKER
Funny, I thought Frank Solich was the littlest Cornhusker. Regardless, Molly is still the most sickening. For proof, look no further than this $99 item's advertisement: "Molly's going to her very first University of Nebraska football game! Her mommy and daddy are Nebraska alums, so they watch all the games on TV and cheer their team on to victory. Now, they're off to see the real thing at Memorial Stadium -- with Molly wearing the special cheerleader outfit Mommy made for this big event!" As disgusting as this is, the fact remains that this doll is actually full of more life than some of those ancient stiffs in the West stands.

NUMBER 5: HUSKERPOO
 Here's our entrant in the 2001 Truth In Advertising Awards. Husker. Poo. Heh, heh. Get it? No offense to the prodigious marketing intellect who spent almost four whole seconds dreaming up the idea to combine the words "Husker" and "Shampoo" for the name of this fine product, but your average Cornhusker fan needs a Husker-themed shampoo like Ray Charles needs a ViewMaster. 
NUMBER 4: HUSKER HOT ROD
Combining the testosterone might of a gas-guzzling hot rod and Husker football, this vintage replica would make the guys from Sha-Na-Na cry like little girls. Now all those rabid Cornhusker fans who also have thousands of dollars to waste on resurrecting junk cars for the sole purpose of driving them in cliche events like Americruise have the perfect hobby-hybrid keepsake ... right next to their Oakley blade sunglasses and their favorite sleeveless Big Johnson t-shirt. I hear it comes in a box that says "Huskers Cruise To Victory!" Damn you, George Lucas, for making American Graffiti. Damn you to hell.
NUMBER 3: CORNHUSKER NO. 12 DOG JERSEY
One minute, Lisa the faithful Golden Retriever is napping in her pet bed, dreaming about scaring up pheasants and quail. Suddenly, she feels a tug on her front paws, feels some cloth going over her nose, and wakes up wearing this thing. If this is how a Husker fan treats his best friend, I'd hate to see how he treats his wife. My friend once had a game party and forced his dog into one of these. I thought back to that episode of "Oz" when Schillinger made Beecher put on a dress and makeup and serenade the Aryan Brotherhood with a swanky love song. While singing, Beecher had this pathetic blank expression on his face, like he'd rather get shanked in the back while he was asleep. That dog was giving everyone at the party the exact same look. 
NUMBER 2: THE HUSKER CASKET
Your whole pathetic life is leading up to this. So why not push up daisies in style? Because you'd have to be completely obsessed over a bunch of college jocks to ask to be buried in one of these, that's why. So, naturally, it stands to reason that of all the college-themed caskets that this manufacturer churns out, Husker caskets lead the country in sales. Funeral home directors have sold quite a few of them by telling people that whoever is buried in one comes back as a friendly ghost on Saturdays to help the Huskers make tackles, catch passes and kick field goals. Screw the County Scholarships, here's Nebraska's real secret weapon.
NUMBER 1: "MIRACLE IN MISSOURI"
In this paperback parable, NU receivers coach Ron Brown sermonizes that Matt Davison's random, fluke catch in 1997 was in reality part of a divine plan. Well, DUH! Nothing new here. Everyone already knows that God is a Cornhusker fan, and that he -- excuse me, He -- helped the Cornhuskers triumph over Missouri on Nov. 8, 1997. This is because Nebraska was a more righteous and moral football team than the Tigers that day. In fact, before the game MU players worshipped false idols and drank human blood. Just kidding, it was only goat blood. Hey -- for real Saturday-night fun, pop in the game tape and, with your VCR on Slow Motion Play, silently read along to this fun book. You'll suddenly find the need to take communion. Lots and lots of it.

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