NEBRASKA FOOTBALLERS TRAIN BY PUMPING IRON, THROWING MEN

The one time I went to the Brass Rail, I stood next to Lydon Murtha and felt very, very small. I’m 6’ 6", 260 lbs.

God Offensive linemen are terrifying.

The FC tally is right. From the OWH’s coverage at
http://omaha.com/index.php?u_page=2798&u_sid=10417426

“Mausbach said he got to his feet and headed for the door to summon police. Outside, he found two officers already there. The young woman had told Bjorkman and the bar’s bouncer that she’d been sexually assaulted, and officers had been called.

Christensen was not charged in the altercation with Mausbach, who didn’t press charges.

Because there were no charges, Christensen’s attorney, Bob Creager, argued that prosecutors should not be able to present jurors testimony on the incident. Judge David Arterburn allowed that testimony but excluded testimony about Christensen’s later struggle with police."

What’s the brother in the black jacket looking at?

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I’m assuming there’s no women at the Brass Rail, right? Because women terrify Lydon Murtha.

I knew it!!! The conspiracy against Alabama rears its ugly head again!

Fucking Barners….

Or, ummm, Cornhuskers…

It’s not nearly as fun to make fun of a school that has alot of agricultural related courses if they actually embrace the nickname…

Seabass,
The brother in the black jacket and his his boy next to him in the blanket are staring intently at Lil Red. They are some of the few who wisely ignore the action on the field and focus their attention on Lil Red. That way, they will be the first to know when the shit goes down. And it is only a matter of time now before that happens, we all know it. This affords them a slight advantage over the other suckers in the stands and they might, I must emphasise, MIGHT escape with their lives.

It’s scary shit, for real.

Oh, I thought in Nebraska brothers were only allowed to attend, not watch, Nebraska football.

WhiteSpeedReceiver — Just the ones taking their clothes off for money. No accounting for taste, I guess.

Seabass — Kindly note the banner above his head: “Welcome Visitors to Folsom Field.” I’m sure he and the kid in the blanket are watching out for slushy-urine bombs.

Reminds me. On CFB Live last night, they talked to Bo Pelini on the phone and just had a still image of him up on the screen. As soon as it popped up, without thinking I whispered to myself “We thought you was a TOAD!”

I’m shocked that a fight could get so out of hand in Lincoln. My impression of Nebraskans is that a bar fight would typically go like this….

Nebraskan #1: Excuse me there, sir. Did you just happen to grab my girlfriend’s ass on the dance floor?

Nebraskan #2: Why yes I did, old chap! But I didn’t know she was attached. Please forgive my poor manners!

Nebraskan #1: I’m so disappointed in you.

Nebraskan #2: Now wait a second there, there’s no reason to get hostile…

Nebraskan #1: Oh, pardon me, did I inadvertently take a tone there?

Nebraska #2: Well, a little bit, but that’s okay.

Nebraskan #1: Rest assured, sir, that was unintentional.

Nebraska #2: Don’t worry. No harm done.

Nebraskan #1: So, do you want to come back to our apartment for a three-way, or what?

Nebraska #2: Most affirmatively! Huzzah!

…and scene!

@ 11… yes, thats precisely how it would go down, except you forgot the part about where one guy slaps the other with his pocket square.

Come to think of it, I did see a bartender in O’Rourkes get clocked with a glass pitcher while attempting to break up a fight once. Prolly didn’t feel too good the next day.

Woa wait. There are black people in Nebraska??

Once again for the slow folks. That is NOT a picture from Nebraska….it is Folsom Field in Boulder, CO.

BTW, that brother looks like he is about to bust a cap in Lil Red’s azz.

I will never get over that picture. Nev.er.

Which would be creepier — waking up in bed with the Burger King proffering a plate of fast food or waking up in bed with Li’l Red proferring an ear of corn?

To ask the question is to answer it… or something.