Mike Riley came to Nebraska looking for “one last adventure,” but I’m not sure that “adventure” is the right word for what this has become. Nebraska football is adrift. Lost. Frankly, Husker fans can’t even tell if we’re in the middle of the ocean, a forest or a desert. All we know is that we don’t recognize where we’re at, and we don’t see any way out.
And perhaps more importantly, Mike Riley isn’t the guy to get us out of this spot.
Some came to that conclusion sooner than others. It doesn’t really matter who was first, if someone instigated this, or if someone finally realized it this weekend.