Probably the best day in football history.  An 8 o'clock kickoff providing a solid 8 hours of bar hopping and tailgating, followed by the most lop-sided thrashing I've ever seen at a football game since my freshman year at Rolla where we started cheering for the other team to get more than 99 points and confuse the two digit scoreboard.  Here are some of my favorite lines out of the local papers:

A successful fake field goal when MU already led by 28 points in the fourth quarter was the sort of extended-middle-finger play call normally saved for a team’s most bitter rival. At last check, that rival is still Kansas, but Nebraska runs second these days. This victory played well with the locals, especially those old enough to remember being on the opposite end of the scoreboard for, oh, pretty much the entirety of the 1980s and ’90s.

The last kick to the hindquarters was the fake field goal with 12:52 left - a 10-yard shovel pass from holder Tommy Saunders to Rucker that provided the final margin in the most lopsided win over Nebraska since 1947. The sea of gold loved that last piece of mischief and amused itself for the rest of the evening by doing the wave, which was interrupted on each trip around Memorial Stadium’s bowl by the sections of departed Nebraska fans.  This one is slightly inaccurate as there were still a small number of Nebraskans left, which made it all the more fun to boo them every time the wave came around to their section and they tried to kill it.