to play football, not to play trumpet
Omaha! Feel the excitement!
So, you may be asking yourself, "Self, I wonder what there is to do in Omaha?" Stop doing that. Everyone thinks it's annoying.
Anyway, apparently the answer to your question is "very little," as the following shows. (Stolen from Mavpuck.)
Note: mgoblog is not responsible for any seizures caused by the above post.
Note B: For any hyperesensitive Nebraskans who stumble across this post in between harvests or milkings or badger rodeos or whatever: I'm joking. Your fine state undoubtedly has much to do within its vast, flat emptiness. Also, Charles Woodson would have kicked your ass.