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I’ll be honest, I forgot how good they were.
The past two years, I’ve spent hundreds of hours mining the Danny Nee era for incredible facts and never-published tales. I’ve interviewed almost 50 sources, including 21 former players. I’ve written more than 40,000 words — basically half a novel. I know the events of the 1990s better than the participants do.
But Thursday I was sitting at a computer cutting highlights with my editor standing over my shoulder. We marveled at the footage on the screen. The skill and athleticism. The effort and pace.
There’s Eric Piatkowski bombing from 25 feet — that’s a clip readers will love.
There’s Erick Strickland whipping a baseball pass 50 feet through traffic — we better keep that one.
There’s Jaron Boone pulling up on a fast break and draining a jumper — that’s a must.
Nebraska basketball’s glory years (1991-94) were even better than I remembered. And I remember a lot.
I grew up on a farm north of Rising City — 60 miles northwest of the Devaney Center. I had my own version in the basement. A small steel rim and backboard mounted on the wall — thanks, dad. A 3-point arc and free-throw lane mapped out in masking tape — my red Sharpie bled into the carpet. All the college basketball magazines I could find — I knew every Top-25 starting lineup by heart.
If I’d spent half as many hours on a real court as I did in the basement, I may have been a real player. … Nah.
In the winter of 1990-91, if you went down the hallway of that basement you would’ve found a schedule poster of Danny Nee’s fifth Nebraska team. A team picked eighth in the Big Eight! A team that hosted Steve Smith and Michigan State on a November school night at the Devaney Center. I was there, 9 years old and 10 rows from the top, when Beau Reid buried a 3 to win.
I was hooked.
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