Adding Nebraska to the Big Ten could really put a strain on my marriage

I can't believe it's really happening. We'll know for sure on Friday, but the latest gossip is that the Nebraska Cornhuskers are going to leave the Big 12 and join the Big Ten. Jason is over the moon, as this means he will now get to watch every game at home and have the opportunity to see his Huskers play in person as close as Evanston, Illinois.

But what does this mean for ME? I will now have to go head-to-head with my ultra-competitve husband, and my ultra-competitive brother-in-law, at least twice a year when Nebraska plays Northwestern and Ohio State.

I know it will be good for the conference. And good for Nebraska too. But I am not looking forward to the texts and the taunting and the stress. And I know that I have no shot at recruiting my daughter to be a Northwestern or Ohio State fan like mom. Our unborn child has already received a Nebraska T-shirt, hat, cup, bowl, bottle, pacifier, and scarf. Once Big Red gear hits every gift shop in the Midwest, Jason is not going to be able to resist coming home with child-sized Tommy Frazier and Roger Craig jerseys.

Wait a second, wait a second. Why am I even worrying about this? After Ohio State makes Nebraska its punching bag a few years in a row, she'll know who to cheer for. And after Northwestern crushes the Huskers BCS hopes and dreams with one last-second victory after another, the only texts I will receive from Jason and Joe will be ones that say "congrats" and "nice game."

Ok, I feel better about this now. Sorry Jas. Enjoy the Big Ten.