He is pastor of a church in Omaha.Todd Doxon was a heck of an athlete. He was offered by Nebraska and ended up
Playing pro I believe at receiver or something.
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He is pastor of a church in Omaha.Todd Doxon was a heck of an athlete. He was offered by Nebraska and ended up
Playing pro I believe at receiver or something.
He is pastor of a church in Omaha.
Hearing Pete Taylor again is always worth it.
I prefer Pete but like Walters as well. You just had to listen to the tone of Pete’s voice to know how the game was going. He was always professional but the exasperation and elation definitely came through in his voice.I'll get blasted for this but his voice is like nails on a chalk board for me.
Much prefer Walters. Dad loves Pete Taylor. Must be a generational thing.
I grew up going to games in the dark ages. Would of course preferred watching winning but it was a hell of a lot easier to play pick up games in the stadium then.I was at the game, and it was painful to watch them march the guy all the way up the south end with nothing on. Also painful to watch the replay and see so many empty seats, but that's how things were in the dark ages.
"I was in the endzone hot tub!"And that was even before Seinfeld brought shrinkage to the mainstream
SW hillside had some good ones that game.If you look close, I'm sure you can see me playing tackle football on the hillside. Those were the days.
These highlights are my childhood, and it's glorious. The uniforms are fantastic. The scoreboard was fantastic. My favorite "cartoon" on the scoreboard was at the very end of the video. It started as a tornado in the distance and then it turned into Cy running towards the crowd. I watched it every time. Even the awful turf brings back memories. Back then (and in my youthful mind) the empty stadium was just...normal. I would walk around and sit wherever I wanted (even though my parents sat on the 45 yard line).
Ahh to be young again. Damn, this video hits me in the feels.
Man, listening to Pete, hillside football, what great memories.Souls were stolen on the SW hill every other Saturday in the fall.
I remember that game. It was soo cold.
Todd Doxson was a tough player. He took a hit, I think during one of the away games in Manhattan, that looked more like a piledriver than a tackle. It looked like KState defender was trying to break his neck. Todd just bounced back up, went into the huddle and kept playing.
Funny seeing Walden's antics. He kept claiming that the bandanas the players wore under their helmets were causing all the concussions....sure...ok...