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Northwestern Football Preview - Nebraska Cornhuskers vs. Northwestern Wildcats

Northwestern Football Preview - Nebraska Cornhuskers vs. Northwestern Wildcats

Prediction:

Northwestern Wildcats 24 - Nebraska Cornhuskers 21

On November 2nd 2013, the Northwestern football team travelled to Lincoln, Nebraska. Down 24-21, with 0:04 left on the clock in the fourth quarter, Nebraska lined up for a Hail Mary. The ball was snapped. Time expired. A pass was thrown. It bounced over the heads of a mob of Wildcats and into the hands of a Husker in the end zone. Nebraska won 27-24. 

On September 24th 2016, the Nebraska football team will travel to Evanston, Illinois.

Down 21-17, with 0:04 left on the clock, Clayton Thorson will receive a snap. He will drop back and not be sacked. He will let loose a perfect spiral, over the heads of countless Nebraska players. It will be caught by Austin Carr in the end zone as time expires. 

Poetic justice.

Key Matchups:

Cerebrospinal fluid v. Blunt force trauma
Cerebrospinal fluid has the on-paper advantage here, with millions of years of experience protecting mammalian brains from permanent neurological damage. But you can’t sleep on blunt force trauma, especially if NU’s offensive line keeps letting Clayton Thorson get sacked before he can pass the goddamn ball.

“Justin Jackson the Ball Carrier?” v. “The Ball Carrier!”
Which chant will win out, the student section’s favorite rhetorical question, or the band’s favorite exclamation? Is everyone just okay with having that weird echo thing that happens because people keep using both chants? Can Justin Jackson ever escape this horribly awkward moniker? Probably not, but please, Ryan Field announcer guy: just let this die. 

Jack Mitchell v. the little demon on Jack Mitchell’s shoulder telling him to miss field goals
Jack, if you’re reading this, I love you. I love you for last year’s Penn State win, and for the Notre Dame win the year before. I could never do what you do. But –  for the love of god – just put the ball between the fucking goal posts. Please.

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