Is my @HuskerFootball team gonna do it today? This is amazing watching them play confidently. No more scared football is fun!

Just turned @muse loose on my family tree. All I can say is wow so far

Hey @muse how about an actual iPad app??

25 Years Later Sitting here tonight watching ESPN and the story of the Red Bandana, after spending much of the day seeing footage and stories from 9/11, and for some reason it hits different this year. I don’t know why. It just does. Hearing fathers tell stories about the sons they lost that day hit especially hard. Bryan was just a baby then, and suddenly I found myself thinking about exactly where I was and what I was doing that morning. I remember that entire day so clearly. I was driving up River Road on my way to work at Detata Wheels. I was crossing the railroad tracks when the radio said a plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I was walking into the office when the second plane hit. We pulled a couple of TVs out onto the sales floor and watched everything unfold. Then the Pentagon was hit. Then came the news about the plane going down in Pennsylvania. I remember all of it. I have not forgotten. I remember the heroes running into burning buildings while everyone else was trying to get out, knowing that some of them wouldn’t be coming back out. I remember the heroes on Flight 93 who learned what was happening, understood what their plane was likely going to be used for, and decided they weren’t going to let it happen. They took that plane back and, in doing so, most likely saved countless lives and possibly our nation’s Capitol. They died in a field in Pennsylvania, but they died on their terms, fighting back. I remember the heroes who searched through the rubble for days and weeks, refusing to give up. I remember the people who came to New York from all over the country just to help. People who didn’t know anyone there. People who showed up to dig, carry supplies, feed first responders and take care of complete strangers because Americans needed help. And I remember the heroes who, in the years that followed, went halfway around the world to fight for this country and avenge what happened that day. Some of them never came home. Others came home carrying wounds, both visible and invisible, that they would live with for the rest of their lives. There were heroes everywhere. Ordinary people who found themselves in extraordinary circumstances and decided that somebody had to do something. I remember them. I remember listening to the radio that night, hearing all the theories about what had happened and what was going to happen next. I vividly remember a voice on the radio saying we were going to the Middle East and we were going to get them all. But I also remember what happened here at home afterward. I remember the flags. I remember people checking on each other and making sure everyone was okay. I remember a country that, at least for a little while, seemed to remember that we were Americans before we were anything else. And I remember looking at my son and being incredibly thankful that he hadn’t lost one of his parents that day, knowing that so many other children had. All of that came flooding back today, more vividly than it has in a very long time. It took me a while to figure out why. A lot has changed in 25 years. My family has grown, gone through changes, and grown again. My kids are starting to have kids of their own. My life is pretty damn good. I have a wife who means the world to me. I have three kids I love. A couple of them have spouses I love just as much. And I have a granddaughter who is absolutely everything to us, with hopefully more grandkids still to come. I look at my family and feel incredibly fortunate. Then I look at my country, and I don’t feel the same way. We are almost the polar opposite of who we were on September 12, 2001. We are divided over damn near everything. Some of it is trivial. Some of it is deadly serious. Somewhere along the way, we forgot who we are, what matters, and how to disagree with one another without treating the person on the other side as an enemy. Right up the road from where I live, at the school my daughter graduated from, a man was murdered a year ago for having conversations about beliefs that 25 years ago wouldn’t have seemed extraordinary to millions of Americans. His words were twisted and presented as hate. Now, a year later, there are kids on TikTok celebrating his murder, dancing, making cupcakes and posting stupid shit about it. And somehow we’re called intolerant for saying that’s evil. A woman kills her children, one at a time, strangling them to death, and people rush to explain that “she needed help.” We’re called intolerant for saying that whatever else may be true, murdering children is evil. What the fuck happened to us? We’ve lost our way. I don’t have much faith in our leaders anymore. Too many seem more interested in politics, power and protecting their side than protecting the people they’re supposed to represent. Immigration is one example. I’m not anti-immigration. I am very much against illegal immigration. There is a difference. Our immigration system is overwhelmed and broken, our leaders know it, and instead of fixing it, they argue about it, exploit it politically, and allow the problem to continue. Meanwhile, the rest of us just become more divided. I don’t even know exactly where I’m going with all of this. Maybe that’s the point. Twenty-five years later, I find myself missing something I didn’t realize we had lost. I don’t want America to be who we are on 9/12/26. I want some of who we were on 9/12/01 back. Not the fear. Not the grief. Not the anger or the horror that brought us together. I want the part where we remembered that the person next door was our neighbor. That we checked on each other. That we flew the same flag. That disagreement didn’t automatically make someone evil. That being an American meant we shared something bigger than whatever political, cultural or ideological argument we were having that day. Maybe we weren’t as united as I remember. Maybe time has softened some of the rough edges. But I know we were better to each other. And tonight, 25 years later, that’s the part that hurts. I just hope we can right the ship.

Two things. 1st, this is really how I hoped my Huskers would roll out today. Second, how the hell does a school with a third of the resources (BYO) build this team when we can’t? Yes, UTech is not Ohio, still… Football in the RV fucking rocks BTW

good god, we are surrounded by idiots.

This is actually one of the better takes I have seen on this.

I don’t understand how we have a beef supply issue with all the experts on here all of a sudden