While watching Nebraska defeat Cincinnati, 20-17, on August 28, I was a bit awestruck that music superstar Taylor Swift attended the game at Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City.
And why not?
Her soon to be husband, Travis Kelce, is a Cincinnati alum and a superstar tight end for the KC Chiefs.
During the three-and-a-half-hour broadcast, Miss Swift and her beau were the affection of the ESPN cameras for anywhere from 90 to 120 seconds.
That’s a TOTAL of two minutes or less.
Yet the whiners and complainers felt they had to flood social media with insults.
It always frustrates me when the insult bombs are hurled at Taylor.
However, I have found the perfect post on facebook that defends Travis Kelce’s future wife.
The post has no author — but it could be me.
Here it is:
“I’m not here to argue about music or wear a fan badge. I’m just a dad, a football-loving, middle-aged man who has watched the noise online grow uglier by the day.
And I can’t stay quiet anymore.
I’m talking about Taylor Swift.
Not her fame, not her outfits — but the way grown adults mock her for cheering, smiling, or simply showing up to support someone she loves.
That’s what bothers you?
Because our kids notice. Our daughters hear the jokes about “too much Taylor.” Our sons learn from the eyerolls about which women we choose to ridicule for being visible and joyful.
Here’s the truth:
She has won hundreds of awards, including multiple Grammys.
Her Eras Tour boosted the U.S. economy by nearly $5 billion.
She donates quietly to food banks around the world.
Her lyrics are studied at Harvard and Stanford.
And when a radio DJ assaulted her and then sued her, she counter-sued for one symbolic dollar — and won. She reminded every young woman: your voice matters.
So no, I’m not a fan because of her music.
I’m a fan because of her strength. Because she uses her platform with dignity and purpose.
We can do better. Our daughters deserve better. Our sons need to know that kindness, success, and womanhood are never reasons for ridicule.”
So, here’s the Kevin Horn confession.
I’m a Cornhusker Swiftie.