I suppose an explanation is indeed in order.
Back in 2000, in San Antonio, as we were rounding the corner, we stumbled into a mass of Nebraska fans coming upon us from the opposite direction. They were all deeply white as a fan base, I mean absolutely white as snow, with nary a person of any color amongst them and the majority with bright or straw blonde hair. I swear, it looked like a future Trump rally, especially with so many of them wearing red hats, which even back then elicited an aura of danger and general stupidity. And watching this massive red hatted white horde move down the street towards us and chant “Husker” and “Power” made the non-whites, and even most of the whites truth be told, in our group extremely nervous. Since we were steps away from the Alamo, we could only imagine this is how Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie felt as their impending doom came down upon them. Perhaps, wholly irrational and unfair to react this way, as none of them were otherwise particularly rude or threatening, but I guess the closest analogy is kind of like how cops seem to get nervous when there are black people jogging or walking their dogs or otherwise doing nothing particularly suspicious in the vicinity. I guess had I been armed that day, some might find a way to not fault me for shooting a Husker fan in the back seven times for nothing.
That frightening experience and the subsequent 66-17 drubbing runs foul in my mouth in way I won’t forget. It’s also why I have a particular distaste for the red MAGA hat. Brings back unpleasant memories.
True story.