H3
A.K.A: Harold Hunter
Age: 39
Location of birth: Omaha, Nebraska
current residence: Dallas, Texas
measurables: 6'1 182lbs.
occupation: Attorney-litigation
E-mail: [email protected]
Passions include Bud Light, Tall blondes, short brunettes, writing, running daily, and of course, I live, breathe, eat, sleep, dream and of course love the Huskers
Favorite 10 Husker players of all time (recollection goes back to about 1969)
Jason Peter
Jerry Murtaugh
Tony Davis
Turner Gill
Rick Berns
George Andrews
Clete Pillen
Derrie Nelson
Mike Brown
Trev Alberts
Favorite 5 NU teams (besides the 5 NC teams)
1975 - loss to OU broke my heart
1978 - I lovd those guys--Hipp, Berns, Sorley, Andrews....I could go on
1982 - maybe the best Husker team not to win a NC
1993 - refused to lose, and didn't in my book
1999 - best team in the country
My dream job--becoming an NU coach or athletic department official
My favorite Husker moment probably also best illustrates what NU foobtall means to me:
The moment Kareem Moss intercepted Costa's 4th down pass in the 95 Orange Bowl. I was reavaged by the flu when I awoke on the morning of January 1. I had been fine the night before (New Years Eve), and didn't even party especially hard. When I woke up though, I felt so bad that I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow mos of the day. I thought for a while I had made myself sick because I was so nervous and jacked up for that game. But, indeed, it was the flu. I couldn't believe my bad luck, getting sick on that big of a day!!
My club was meeting that night to watch the game, and I was determined not to miss it. HOwever, around 4:00 I still was unable to keep down even 7-up, was drained and dizzy, and I couldn't even stand up for more then a minute or two without being nauseous.
About 6:00 (game was at 7:00), I just said screw it--I am going no matter what--I am not missing this. I got in my car, barely able to hold up my head to drive I felt so bad, and drove the 2 miles to the bar to be with my cluib. As my fellow club members can attest(NTN Bob will recall all of this), I wasn't my usual intense self that night, I could barely sit up straight on the chair, I rarely express any emotion on good or bad plays (I am somewhat famous at these events for the level of my intensity and concentration) and I went outside at least 3 times during the game to throw up.
Afer Brook threw his interception into the endzone in the 4th quarter, I decided probably I just needed to go home because it looked gloomy for the Huskers, and I couldn't physically take it anymore. I hadn't eaten in over 24 hours, was dizzy and dehydrated and so emotionally devastated in that NU looked to again lose in the big one.
Then, right as I was about to leave, Frazier reentered the game and I decided what the heck, I'll try and stay. I cannot give up now, even thought I was having trouble even focusing my eyes on the big screen I was so sick. The rest is history.
I made it to the end, and I was so emotionally and physcially spend by the end that, when Moss made the interception, I just threw m hands into the air, collapsed onto the floor on my hands and knees, rested my forehead against the ground, and just cried. Right there in front of 400 people, and I didn't care.
That is what NU football means to me.