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Such were the struggles of T-Magic that Pelini gave him the hook in the third quarter, replacing him with Zac Lee. Neither quarterback got much help from their receivers, who suffered a mass outbreak of butterfingers. They dropped seven passes—three of which cost the team touchdowns.
Yet for all the spite and deep-seated grudges, Nebraska fans comported themselves, in the main, with class and good manners. "I've never been anywhere [else] where the fans tell you, 'Good game,' as you're coming off the field," noted Texas offensive tackle Kyle Hix.
"They want to beat the heck out of you," added Gideon, "but they're welcoming and gracious."
For the most part that was true. There was, of course, that one outburst from the fright-wigged Huskers fan in Section 31—the guy rocking a PELINI MARTINI T-shirt who'd painted his face to resemble a skull. With Texas bleeding the clock in the final two minutes, Wig Man directed his ire at the Nebraska cheerleaders, who had fallen silent. "We're up here making more noise than you are!" he shouted. "Get your poms and start cheering!" Somewhat grudgingly, they did.
When time expired, Huskers fans endured the now-familiar sight of Longhorns players celebrating in their house, then clustering in a corner of the south end zone to sing The Eyes of Texas with their fans. Making his way off the field, an orange-blazered septuagenarian seemed to slow down just before entering the tunnel, as if to take in the sight of Memorial Stadium one final time. "Lot of history here," said Texas athletic director DeLoss Dodds. "A lot of great memories. We're going to miss them," he said of the Cornhuskers.
Forgive them, Mr. Dodds, if the feeling is not mutual.
Seismic Saturday was a bit rough on certain traditions. Badgers fans at Camp Randall are accustomed to a postgame bacchanal known as the Fifth Quarter. Win or lose, the Wisconsin marching band takes the field after every game, playing such numbers as On Wisconsin, You've Said It All (the Budwesier song) and a variation of Also sprach Zarathustra.
With the Buckeyes vanquished, however, the band was bottled up in the tunnel and unable to march onto the field, it being occupied for the next hour or so by a surprisingly large fraction of the student body and the football team. No one seemed to mind overly much.
One of the last players to leave the field was Gilreath, whose blur of a kickoff return had set the tone for this historic night. Thronged by well-wishers, his smile incandescent, the senior accepted kudos and posed for pictures with anyone who asked. The season of upsets is upon us. Like Gilreath, we might as well embrace the madness.
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