Editor's note: Jay Walker, the play-by-play man for the Louisiana football team in Lafayette, recounts his experience last weekend in Lincoln and comes up with the same conclusion Nebraska fans always use when they try to describe their favorite team.  
This is my 18th season covering Cajuns' football.  And, for eight years before that, I had the opportunity to broadcast selected games on TV as well.

I've been to nine SEC stadiums. (I'll go to a 10th next season at Georgia). I've seen the Grove at Ole Miss, experienced the Gator Chomp, the Mississippi State cowbells, been a part of Alabama football in both Birmingham and Tuscaloosa.  I've been called "Tigerbait" in Baton Rouge and experienced some pretty good hospitality in South Carolina.

I've said hello to the folks at Illinois and Minnesota.  Felt September heat in Tempe, Arizona.

Been to Manhattan, Lubbock, Austin, Stillwater and College Station. College Station was probably the best. Folks say "Howdy" when they see you.  And they say "welcome."

Haven't been to the Horseshoe, the Big House or Happy Valley. Nor have I seen Touchdown Jesus.

But I've been to College Football Nirvana.

It's located in Lincoln, Nebraska.

>From the time we touched down ("Welcome to Lincoln," the police officers doing the escort said) to the time we left the stadium ("Thanks so much for coming. Have a safe trip home.  We hope you'll come back again"), every Cajun fan felt like a guest.

That's right. A guest. Not the opposition ... not the enemy ... a guest.

Check into the Cornhusker Marriott, not far from campus.  Fans of Big Red Nation are already there.  Smiles, handshakes ... Welcome to Lincoln. Good luck tomorrow.

Board the bus for dinner.  Arrive at Misty's, Lincoln's famous steakhouse (I mean, you gotta eat a steak, right?). There were about 25 in our party. We had to wait about 20 minutes for them to get everything ready. No problem.  As soon as the patrons saw the Cajun gear, they wanted to talk ... introduce themselves ...welcome to Lincoln ... thanks so much for coming.  Hope you enjoy the game ...

Is this for real??

And, it continued throughout the evening and into the night. We made lots of friends. We Cajun people make friends pretty easily, but it's even easier when folks want to be friends.

In Lincoln, they all want to be your friend.

Game day is different in Lincoln. They tailgate, sure, but it's tougher because, well, there's just not a lot of tailgaiting spots. But they do open the soccer field next to the stadium. Families can let the kids roam free. Nebraska radio does a pregame show there. And, a band plays during the commercial breaks.

I did an interview at the soccer field with the Nebraska radio folks. And then, had a pretty good trek to the media entrance.  At each gate, the sight was the same. Hundreds lined up, waiting for the gates to open so they could get into the stadium and watch their team warm up.

By the time Nebraska came out, about 45 minutes before kickoff, the stadium was about 65 percent full.  There was no "hey, let's stay outside and pound a few more beers."

Because it was game day. And they came to see football.

By the time the band was ready to come out, 86,000 strong were in their seats. They stood and clapped along when the Cornhusker Band played "Fight on Cajuns" to honor their guests.  And when the band played "There is no Place Like Nebraska," I knew that the statement was true.

For the first time ever in my years covering the Cajuns, I did not hear a single boo when the Cajuns came out of their tunnel onto their sidelines; in fact, I heard a smattering of applause.

During the game, 86,000 cheered as Nebraska rolled. They didn't leave at halftime to go out and start drinking (and remember it was 34-0 at the half). Some were outside, but they had passes to get back in, and by the time the second half was ready to kick off, they were all back in their seats.

In the fourth quarter there were STILL over 80,000 in the stands. Security keeps an eye out for the sign of alcohol in the stands, which is how trouble starts. If they see alcohol they don't turn a blind eye. After all, college football is about a FAMILY atmosphere.

And when it ended, the fans stayed for another Cornhusker tradition. They applauded the Cajuns as they left the field.

Now you might say, sure, it's easy to clap for someone when you just beat them, 55-0. But they do that when their team LOSES. The newspaper on Saturday morning reprinted a handwritten letter from Florida State coach Bobby Bowden after the Seminoles got a hard-fought 18-14 win years ago. Yep, the Nebraska fans cheered them as they left.

More of the same post-game. There was a young man in a wheelchair where the Cajun players were getting their postgame meal. As each player came out, the young man thanked them for coming and wished them safe travels home. Many of the players stopped to chat for a minute.

Then it was over. And, as the buses left for the airport, the fans that were still there waved and applauded. No one-finger salutes. No "you suck" chants. Simply, safe travels, my friends.

If the two teams should play again in the future, plan ahead, Cajun Fans.  Make the long drive or the relatively short flight. Come in Friday. Leave Sunday.  And, you will learn what REAL college football atmosphere is about.

Because, trust me ... there is no place like Nebraska.