It also gives the program some real momentum heading into the Big Ten Tournament and beyond. While it won’t change the team’s projections for the season, it will give fans something to remember fondly from the year. Obviously, this was a huge win for the Huskers. Alonzo Verge led the way with 26 points, six assists, and five rebounds. the Huskers absolutely outplayed the Badgers and deserved the win. In fact, Wisconsin needed some lucky bounces to even get it as close as it was in the final minutes.
Nebraska not only won the game, but controlled much of the afternoon as well. Unfortunately for Badger fans, that wouldn’t be the case. It would be up to Wisconsin to take care of business on Senior Day. The Huskers were showing improved play while Wisconsin had little on the line, having already locked up the Big Ten title earlier in the week. However, things had changed considerably since then. Wisconsin was rolling and Nebraska was amid one of its worst seasons in recent history. If you had put this game on the docket a few weeks ago, I’m not sure Nebraska’s own players would have picked the Huskers to win the game. Game of the Night: - Nebraska Cornhuskers 74, No. A share of the league title was also on the line for Illinois, just needing a Wisconsin loss and a win to get there. This was going to be easier than thought, but I still hoped their banter wouldn’t ruin my attempts at peace.The Big Ten had a loaded slate to close things out on Sunday, including a variety of ranked teams in action at home and on the road. “Boy, you sure saved yourself from some discussion”, intervened Vince. “We’ll talk payments later, if you’re okay with that.” “Will you shut up and help me?”, I asked quietly to evade another loud outburst. They both clinked glasses as I leaned in my seat and rubbed my eyes. “You hitmen are pretty weird sometimes”, said the necromancer, “but at least you get me more clients, so.” “And I wanna make sure I even die right.” “I just wanna make sure this all works”, I answered with my head hanging low, as I turned towards Vince. “I really want to say more things just to see more of that.” The necromancer had a smug smile on her face. I sat down calmly, leading everyone else to go on with their cooking, serving and eating. The only sounds that were heard after letting it all out were the sizzling sound of the pans in the back, the sipping of a fizzy drink in my table, and “In the Rain” by The Dramatics. But then, I remembered why it felt so bad.Īs I noticed how all the other patrons, waiters, waitresses, and cooks looked at me after letting out a Hulk-like rage, my face went back to its original color in pure shame. I knew it was a curse but it felt so good to talk back and be justified after all.
I felt so free, so liberated, so ecstatic after finally letting go of this torturing feeling. “Alright, alright, I get it, I fucking get it, but YOU don’t get that I’m too fucking scared to take my own life, ‘cause I’m not as soulless as you, you BUMBLING FUCKS!” “Yeah, I mean” - she took another sip off her drink - “or you could’ve set yourself on fire.”Īll their banter soon drove me to a point where I couldn’t hold back all my anger and, as my veins grew and my face turned red, I stood up and exploded right in front of them. You could’ve asked a friend to push you off a bridge or sum’n.” “I know I’m on your side but she’s got a point. “Dude, you know you could do the trick with a knife or jumping out your window.”Įven though her remark was right, I forced myself to remain silent, holding back a possible burst of rage that could offend her. “You’re gonna what?”, she asked him, then looked at me. “Oh”, he said as he laid down the menu, “he wants me to. Vince, who was sitting right beside me reading the menu, answered quickly. After going over and over my unceremoniously ridiculous story, I was nearly desensitized of the anger I had at myself, trying my best not to cause a scene at the restaurant we were in. I nodded, trying the best to hold back my emotions. You wanted this witch to curse your ex-best friend because he stole your money, then she refused, then, for some goddamn reason, you cursed at her because you had this rush of rage that you could’ve held back if you weren’t a fucking idiot, and now you’re cursed to being mean to everyone and anyone no matter the situation until you die, so you want me to bring you back to life after you die?” In my head, the words “hold back” sounded repeatedly, only accompanied by Smokey Robinson’s “Quiet Storm”. As I waited for the woman in the red cardigan to stop sipping on her Coke, I meditated silently, trying to maintain a state of calm while using the least amount of words possible.
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