I grew up in Philly, and since we have no decent college f’ball team in the area, we go for Penn State, even though it’s closer to Pittsburgh, which we hate.
So I dig Joe Paterno, the graduate-my-boys legend, age 84 and the winningest coach in college f’ball history, who got fired after 68 million years before today’s game, even though he offered to step down at the end of the season and graciously head out to pasture.
Sounded fair after his righteous record, but it really wasn’t, so they unceremoniously fired him anyway.
But that was the easy part. It wasn’t just Joe Paterno’s feet of clay, it was everybody at Penn State, from president to underclassman.
The only proper penance for this abomination would have been to cancel and forfeit this big game against Nebraska and ruin the weekend plans of some 100,000 Penn St. fans. To convey the gravity of the situation, to share the shame.
Now that would truly say “we’re sorry,” rather than just booting the old man as scapegoat.
I’ve sorta rooted for Penn State over the years as a Philadelphian with not much else choice. No more, until they do a proper penance. This stinks too much, from head to tail from the top brass to the kids making a minor riot in the streets over Joe Pa’s sacking.
College, welcome to the real world. You’ve got some heavy dues to pay.