This Is What It Looks Like Now

>> At 8:19 AM, “Ben” wrote:
>>
>> The Huskers won their ninth game yesterday. To my knowledge,
>> John has yet to issue a correction for his repeated statements that
>> they are a “seven win team”. Fans of accuracy are eagerly awaiting his
>> mea culpa.
>>
At 8:28 AM, John wrote:

The Economist always ends corrections with the phrase, We’re sorry. The
effect can be glib.

But to be sure, no one is sorrier than I am. I regret the error, and not a
small amount of the time I spent watching Husker games over the years.

Via my phone.

The reality is that I am just not equipped for a team like this, not for a season like this. Not for a college football like this.

Nebraska has to be one of the game’s most confounding and inexplicable teams: a club that has been consistently boneheaded and listless, but that has nonetheless won five in a row; a team that allowed an opponent to hang 63 points around its neck, but that which is almost certain to win 10 games for the first time in Coach Bo Pelini’s tenure.

The offense is alternately stupefied and sublime. The defense is always bemusing. The sideline fairly redounds with bluster and anger, sometimes seemingly of an internecine variety. But, in four games this season, that same sideline has pulled together to notch spirited, if improbable, comeback victories.

“Bring us home,” players tell each other. And seem to mean it.

In the old days, such theatrics were unnecessary. Nebraska’s schedules were just that, scheduled — wins preordained.

Today, the college game is broader, bigger, it is fractious and fungible. The Big 12 has only 10 members; the Big Ten will soon hold 14.

Here’s more numbers: A record of 11-3 seems possible for the Huskers, something that seemed impossible in September. And something that is an eerie echo of 2001, when Nebraska (11-2) sustained a humiliating 62-36 loss to Colorado and a overwhelming 32-14 flop to Miami in the Rose Bowl.

That was a belly-drop of a bookend to era of relative dominance, and perhaps the first sign that things with Frank Solich were not going to be all beer and skittles.

But in 2012, the prospect of such an uneven season can only be described as success, though probably not progress. And perhaps the best that can be hoped for.

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