Those front-porch Husker flags this morning are looking a lot like that Old Glory that inspired Francis Scott Key to pen his paean nearly 200 years ago -- singed, full of holes and, in some cases, eeew, what the hell did you do to it during halftime? That's nasty. But they're still proudly waving. Say, maybe I'll write an anthem myself. Let's see, what rhymes with "Lavonte?" Or "Bauserman," for that matter?