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There’s not much that actor Adam DeVine can’t do. He’s on “Workaholics,” one of TV’s funniest shows. He’s got golden pipes as displayed in “Pitch Perfect” (Yeah, I watched it and liked it. So what?!). Now, he’s adding punt returns to his résumé… kinda.
DeVine is a HUGE Cornhuskers fan and decided to take a tour of Nebraska’s football stadium on Friday. And, from the looks of it, he had himself an absolute blast.
— Mick Stoltenberg (@big_MICKet) April 29, 2016
— Nebraska Football (@HuskerFBNation) April 29, 2016
Actor Adam DeVine gets to be a Husker Friday morning at Memorial Stadium pic.twitter.com/kg6Tt0VoRU
— Macaw (@micahmertes) April 29, 2016
— Mike Riley (@Coach_Riley) April 29, 2016
The dude is living his absolute dream right now. Very Will Ferrell-esque of him too. The best part of this, though, is the reminder that Bo Pelini’s dopey-looking face isn’t in Lincoln anymore.
DeVine also tried his hand at returning a punt, and let’s just say I’d pay good money to watch him return one in an actual college football game.
Not bad @ADAMDEVINE. Not bad.
— Nebraska Huskers (@Huskers) April 29, 2016
Running like that with Joey Bosa-sized dudes traveling full speed the other way? That’s what football is all about.
Surprisingly, DeVine isn’t even a University of Nebraska alumnus. He moved to Nebraska from Waterloo, Iowa as a kid and then later attended Orange Coast College in California. He explained his hardcore Huskers fandom in a hilarious editorial that appeared in Rolling Stone (before it was complete shit and published horrifically inaccurate fairytales).
I had only been living in Omaha a few months when we won the first of many championships in the ’90s. I can remember the moment so vividly. After the win my newly acquired friends and I all piled into my mom’s minivan and went to downtown Omaha. It was a riot, but instead of setting things on fire and turning over cars (which happens in my new hometown of Los Angeles whenever a team wins a championship), people were dancing in the streets, college girls were flashing elementary school kids and everyone was drinking. My mother was clueless that my friends and I stole three Miller High Lifes from the cooler before we left the house. I was ‘drunk,’ I saw breasts and my new team were national champs…I was a fan.
If that isn’t college recruiting at its finest then I don’t know what is..