The people/fans of Nebraska. I was at school in the '90s, when Texas was the only team to beat Nebraska 3 times. They were very, very good, and we were able to come away with those three wins, including the inaugural Big XII championship game, when just about nobody gave us a snowball's chance in hell of winning.

I was at the game in Austin in 1999, when #3 Nebraska came to town, and man let me tell you, I've never seen another team's fan travel as well as the Cornhuskers. They were absolutely the friendliest people around. Before the game, during the tailgating, I heard no ugly taunting nor "fuck you" nor saw any middle fingers or anything along those lines. I was invited to drink their beer and eat some corn-on-the-cob with them and I was happy to do so. They are genuine red-blooded Americans, and very respectful of other people. Even after the game, when we beat them 24-20 (in a great game to watch), they walked out of the stands with their heads held high and never told any Longhorns to go to hell or stick anything where the sun don't shine (which I've heard plenty in Dallas).

So to all the Cornhuskers out there reading this, my hat goes off to you.

with baseball.  We've had to forward our mail to 1202 Bert Murphy Ave., Omaha, NE 68107 some 32 times out of the last 50 years.

All I remember reading was how great the Texas baseball teams were treated when they made the trip up.

Plus maybe some of that "enemy of our enemy" thing too.

Really, they are the best.  Take, for instance, the  treatment my family received in Lincoln, during the hours immediately following the Ryan Bailey field goal in  2006.  There were a couple corny dipsticks flailing insults from afar, but the majority of the crowd was all pats-on-the-back congratulations.  My dad and I walked down to the drinking area, the Haymarket, a short distance from campus.  We were adorned in Texas gear, obviously giddy from the victory.  Within five minutes of arriving at the bars, some dude we had not even spoken with sat down at the table next to us with four tall boys.  He said, "Beers to the victor," and then we proceeded to drink and talk about football.  It was a good afternoon.

Also, my mom and most of her family grew up/still live in Lincoln.  They're enthusiastic and somehow, even in the most depressing moments of defeat, always positive.  

I drove up to Lincoln for the Ryan Bailey coming out party, and let me tell you, the fans there really do live up to the hype surrounding them. For any of you that were there that day, you know that it was cold. Very cold. One of the guys we were walking to the stadium with didn't have a jacket, and after offering us all some beer, a 'Husker fan offered to let my friend borrow his jacket. He simply requested that it be dropped off after the game. So my buddy took the jacket (it was not Nebraska apparel), wore it during the game, and gave it back to the guy on the walk back to the car.

There is no other fan base that would do that. None.