29 years ago I was born in Nebraska.
And although I spent a mere 3 years there, I still have a love of that old corn field state. Also, my mom enlisted in me a love of the Nebraska CornHuskers – yes, that’s the major university football team, and the fans are die hard. They wear, with serious enthusiasm, massive faux corn on their heads and, while I enjoy a live football game, you will never see me sport one of these. NEVER. However….. I nearly went mental when I saw this Off-White shirt jacket… emblazoned with, yes, NEBRASKA!
A dream. Come. True.
Finally I can support my hometown, my friend (Virgil – you’ll meet him soon!) and look fly as hell. Are we ever too old to stop being fans of our heritage?