Like all loyal fans, I have spent the No. 4-of-the-Second-10-ranked Huskers' bye week with eyes glued to the screen, reviewing film from the first six games, frame by frame, to determine exactly what's going wrong with that defense. At 2 this morning, midway through my fourth pot of coffee of the night, I hit on it. "Ye Gods," I muttered. "They've got only 10 players on the field -- on EVERY stinkin' play -- and at times one of them appears to be a cheerleader. What a colossal Huskerf--k!" I have alerted Coach Bo and offered myself up as a game-day consultant charged with counting defenders on each play. What a relief, huh? GBR!