Atop my computer screen at work I have a lovely Cornhuskers football helmet to show my pride in Husker Nation. Just to the right of that, I have a foul, tanned, shit eating grinning bobblehead of the 21st century Judas, Tom Crean. I humbly ask you, fellow Buffet readers, what should I do to rid myself of the Crean bobblehead? Should I slam it in a door jam? Run it over with my car? Grill it until it melts? Give it to a blind kid and tell him it's a bird? I'm taking suggestions and we can have a ritual killing in my back yard over dozens of bottles of High Life.