Scott Frost, like most native Nebraskans, understands certain weather patterns in this state.
The wind calms at sunset. A sudden rush of cold air probably means hail has fallen nearby. Spring snows are wetter than January snows.
And when a thunderstorm rolls through, so, too, does a cold front.
Sure, sometimes another small pocket may follow, but, for the most part, the worst is behind.
Or, as Frost said, “You’re still going to have the fireworks on the Fourth of July.”
So naturally, Frost held out hope that Saturday night’s lightning and rain that sent players from Akron and Nebraska to their locker rooms only minutes after the opening kickoff wouldn’t be long-lasting.