I posted on here for the spring game. I took my son to any Husker event for the first time ever. It was special.
I never pushed him to yell "Go Big Red!" or clap with the crowd, or anything. I just allowed him to take it all in. I actually didn't think he would particularly enjoy it much since there are no slides, Thomas the train, or any dinosaurs around, so I was expecting him to be bored, or wanting to do something else before the end of the first quarter.
I watch football like crazy, I am a major football nut. So he "knows" of football, but honestly had never watched it.
However, we spent some time outside the stadium and he absolutely loved it. He made me buy him a foam cornhead and a oversized #1 finger. And he absolutely just took it in and loved it. During the game, he joined in on clapping with the crowds, and of course, yelling "Go Big Red!!" with the crowd. He loved it. He loved the comraderie, he loved how all these people came together to cheer for one purpose. That to him was the special part. He didn't really pay attention to the game, but he loved every moment of being in that crowd.
After the game, he spent all day yelling "Go Big Red!!"
I'm not saying I wasn't disappointed in the outcome. I have been a fan since I was 6. Calvin Jones was my first "favorite player". I hate losing, it sucks. But I learned something from my son. He loved being a fan. He loved that all these people came together. He doesn't really understand it, but he definitely gets it. More so than us. He was only 4 at the time, but he gets it. There's just something absolutely special about being in that stadium. There's something special about bringing all these people together, even at other people's homes. I am not poetic enough to explain it, but all I can say is that being a fan, is more than just cheering a team that is winning.