CU winning on the last play of the game certainly had a lot to do with it, but my wife and I had a great time in Lincoln. Some thoughts—
The people were (almost) uniformly friendly and welcoming. Every time I turned around during the pre-game period people were saying “welcome to Lincoln.” Often I got “good luck for your team today.” While I think that most of us in Colorado are polite to visiting fans, that politeness takes the form of indifference. This was something different. There was only one Nebraska jackasss, who got in my face as we were walking into the stadium, and yelled “you guys are going to get killed.” I congratulated him on being the only rude Nebraska fan I had seen.
The Nebraska band learned and played the CU fight song at the game, which was surprising and very classy. I am sure that it is a traditional thing for all visiting teams, but it is a great gesture of goodwill.
The stadium itself is big and loud, but the stadium experience left something to be desired. We were in (I think) the west end zone (hard to say, as there are no mountains to tell me what was west). There were essentially zero concessions, except for some kids selling sodapop and runzas (kind of like a hot pocket) out of portable containers. You had to walk all the way down to the ground level (we were in row 98) to get to a bathroom. At the end of the game, after CU won, all the Nebraska fans seemed to stay in their seats. I asked one of them what was going on, was there a post-game thing they were waiting for, and he said that there was so little egress from the stadium that there was no point in getting up and trying to leave, and that lots of people waited for a half hour so that the crowd thinned out a bit. It did take a while to get out.
The Haymarket was pretty cool, but a lot smaller than I thought it would be. I would take Pearl Street or Lodo any day of the week.
The Nebraska fans are real serious about tailgating. They made CU tailgating look like a joke, and a bad joke at that.
The people were (almost) uniformly friendly and welcoming. Every time I turned around during the pre-game period people were saying “welcome to Lincoln.” Often I got “good luck for your team today.” While I think that most of us in Colorado are polite to visiting fans, that politeness takes the form of indifference. This was something different. There was only one Nebraska jackasss, who got in my face as we were walking into the stadium, and yelled “you guys are going to get killed.” I congratulated him on being the only rude Nebraska fan I had seen.
The Nebraska band learned and played the CU fight song at the game, which was surprising and very classy. I am sure that it is a traditional thing for all visiting teams, but it is a great gesture of goodwill.
The stadium itself is big and loud, but the stadium experience left something to be desired. We were in (I think) the west end zone (hard to say, as there are no mountains to tell me what was west). There were essentially zero concessions, except for some kids selling sodapop and runzas (kind of like a hot pocket) out of portable containers. You had to walk all the way down to the ground level (we were in row 98) to get to a bathroom. At the end of the game, after CU won, all the Nebraska fans seemed to stay in their seats. I asked one of them what was going on, was there a post-game thing they were waiting for, and he said that there was so little egress from the stadium that there was no point in getting up and trying to leave, and that lots of people waited for a half hour so that the crowd thinned out a bit. It did take a while to get out.
The Haymarket was pretty cool, but a lot smaller than I thought it would be. I would take Pearl Street or Lodo any day of the week.
The Nebraska fans are real serious about tailgating. They made CU tailgating look like a joke, and a bad joke at that.