Gather 'round, young Husker fans, and let me tell of you a time not so long ago when the Big 8 -- God rest its soul -- reigned and the Mighty Option roamed the Earth and on a day like today, NU's prevent offense was put in the game early in the third quarter and still racked up 35 points, though, by game's end, was composed largely of peanut vendors, members of the marching band's flute section, a couple of drunk frat boys, and maybe even a drunk sorority girl or two, at least one of whom was missing a limb; the only uniform cleanup required was to scrape the blood and entrails of Gophers, or Jayhawks, or Cyclones, or sometimes we couldn't even remember who, from Husker cleats; the sports information director spent much of the day Sunday notifying opposing players' next of kin; and a mere 28-point margin would have been thrown back, as an angler returns a tiny fish to the lake, and simply not counted. Those were good times, kids. Oh well, GBR!