Nebraska 59, Houston Christian 7 — and the scoreboard doesn’t tell half the story. This wasn’t football so much as a public execution, a carefully staged slaughter in the name of “tune-ups” and television contracts. You could smell the inevitability before the first kickoff, the stench of overmatched prey led into a stadium packed with 85,000 well-fed Nebraskans looking for blood and beer.
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