Weinmaster said his dad has relatives “scattered all over Nebraska.”
Just to be clear...they recruited him to be a redshirt walk-on?
And he HATES CU.Yes. And this young man apparently couldn't be happier because Nebraska!
And he HATES CU.
I read the post before seeing who the poster was. I was about to call the poster an idot until I realized that would be redundant.Say what you want. But the kid is living his dream. I hope it works out for him and he makes his mark at Nebraska playing football.
The complex that the cornholer fan base has never ceases to amaze me. Only Fusker fans would write an article about some kid from Colorado who no one knows or cares about and talk about how his lifelong dream is coming true. Are the Fuskers part of the Make A Wish Foundation now?
Hey, but we were NEVER their rivals according to a lot of people in their fanbase. I'd actually be embarrassed if the daily camera wrote about a walkon from Nebraska and how he hates kNU and has to redshirt.
Until maybe the next time we play them in 20whatever.
Say what you want. But the kid is living his dream. I hope it works out for him and he makes his mark at Nebraska playing football.
said his dad has relatives “scattered all over Nebraska.”
“It’s kind of almost like I’m going home to a family reunion,” he said. "Sometimes, I'm related multiple ways to the same people. I went to a farm party the other night and met a girl who was my cousin and my half sister, it's amazing."
nice.said his dad has relatives “scattered all over Nebraska.”
“It’s kind of almost like I’m going home to a family reunion,” he said. "Sometimes, I'm related multiple ways to the same people. I went to a farm party the other night and met a girl who was my cousin and my half sister, it's amazing."
Say what you want. But the kid is living his dream. I hope it works out for him and he makes his mark at Nebraska playing football.
i do too. i hope that, on a dark and gloomy saturday in stinkoln, in that eastern-bloc inspired concrete hell hole you call a stadium, that he achieves his dream. on that day, against south east missouri technical institute for the blind, he will intercept a pass and be speeding (well, more like waddling, but let's be generous for now) down the sideline. and, on that day, a certain troll poster who calls himself "BuffSurveyor" will, thanks to winning a contest for biggest beer gut from the omaha radio station, be standing on said sideline. And, on that glorious day, the kid will trip over his own shoelace, and his 6 feet of soft will be propelled through the air. And, in that moment, the kid's ginormously oversized helmet will contact BuffSurveyor's bald crogmagnon forehead. and, in that instant, BuffSurveyor will be killed. His last thought will be about who will cover his shift at the car wash and whether his neighbor would start ****ing his portly semi-illiterate wife full-time instead of on the side. He will die, unfulfilled, and unmourned, in pile of his own feces and he will be buried in a potter's grave on the outside of town. and, no one here at AllBuffs will even remember he once posted here.
DIE FUSKER DIE.