Minnie and Fred kick off “Monday Night Therapy” in full sad Husker mode, only to watch Nebraska’s latest QB commit (Minchey… or “what’s-his-name”) flip to Kentucky before he even sees Lincoln. The chat spirals into the same old rage: transfer portal chaos, NIL bidding wars, “do not contact” tags that mean nothing, and the exhausting feeling of caring way more than the players do. Greg jumps in like an angry old man yelling at clouds—commit, stay, earn it—while everyone wonders if Nebraska is becoming a development black hole where talent shows up, stagnates, or bolts.

They drift into gallows humor: rating thighs and badonks, joking about being a basketball school, and comparing NIL to throwing cash on roulette. The bowl game gets rehashed too—fast start, total collapse, the familiar moment you know it’s over. Meanwhile, people admit watching has become a chore, and that’s the scariest part: OG fans tapping out.

By the end, they’re still wearing Nebraska gear, still together, still coping with mockery—because when your favorite band disappears for 20 years and your football team does too, sarcasm is basically survival.