‘Twas the hours before kickoff, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The huskers flag was hung outside with care, in hopes that a Husker victory would soon be there.
The children are nestled, all safe in their beds, visions of fast touchdowns dancing in their heads.
And the dog in his collar, and I in my red cap, drinking far too much coffee before the first snap.
When all of a sudden, I remembered the news,
that Adrian Martinez had new boys in new shoes.
I got so excited, I danced and I sang, and I yelled out wildly with a confident twang
“The culture is Frosty! You heard what I said! Time for a victory boys! Go. Big. Red!!!!”
