If I were my husband, I could give you all kinds of stats about national championships, academic all-americans, and players drafted to the NFL. But I'm not, so you will have to settle for these pics of scenes around Memorial Stadium.

I don't know why this pic of Uncle M and Grandpa amused me so much, except that it looked so posed and it wasn't.

Uncle M says, "Wow, there really is no place like Nebraska!" His wife Aunt J is way cooler than me... notice there is no picture of my husband with the cheerleaders!

Umm... I think this is where the players come out onto the field...

Right here Mack would say something to the effect of "Count 'em, that's THREE Heismans." Did I spell that right?

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