Today will be a very long day for Penn State University and its football coach, Joe Paterno.
FoxSports.com columnist Jason Whitlock joined the chorus of columnists demanding JoePa’s ouster:
There should be no surprise that protecting Joe Paterno, Penn State, Happy Valley and Linebacker U — profit-generating institutions at the core of big-time college athletics’ amateur myth — appears to have taken precedence over the protection of children.
It’s the era we live in. Institutions are valued more than human beings.
Safeguarding JoePa, marketing and exploiting his march to victory 409, appears to have been more important than exposing allegations against longtime defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky, charged with sexually abusing teenage boys.
While a graduate assistant for the program, Mike McQueary said he witnessed Sandusky sexually assaulting a boy in the Penn State locker room. Yet the school allegedly covered up the crime – and now investigators are trying to blow the case wide open.
Paterno will try to stonewall questions about this case when during his regular weekly news conference, but that won’t easy. The school will also address the issue with the media . . . and again, that probably won’t go well.
Here is how media types responded via Twitter:
Sports By Brooks: “Never thought I'd say this, but we now why Paterno chose self-preservation over saving children from rape: He knew he could get away with it.”
Liz Mullen: “#PennState if it’s true people knew children were violently, sexually violated, it is beyond heartbreaking. Forget sports. How can that happen?”
Jason Whitlock: “Pa. State Police say Paterno didn't do enough. Story nowhere on ESPN. Why? Weird.”
Sports By Brooks: “If Paterno lied about how McQueary characterized rape - which if you believe the Grand Jury he did - students should carry Paterno out nude.”
Bart Hubbuch: “Any reporter that asks Joe Paterno about the injury report or the run defense tomorrow should be fired.”
Darren Rovell: “Hope someone who loves JoePa is making sure he understands what's going on. Lawyers will turn him into more of a buffoon tomorrow.”
Jen Engel: “There is a huge scandal at Penn State, right? Hard to tell from SportsCenter. Pretty sure Sandusky/Paterno not getting their Vick-dogs treatment.”
Richard Deitsch: “NYT focuses on PSU president Graham Spanier. Even more than Paterno, he's who I want to answer Qs.”
Clay Travis: “Attorney says Penn State case is ‘perfectly analogous to all the Catholic church cases I've litigated.’”
This story will only get bigger, not smaller, in the days away. The feeding frenzy is underway.
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FROM THE BLOG-O-SPEAR
Kissing Suzy Kolber reveled in the suffering of the Eagles Monday night:
Awwww, sorry Eagles. You’re a dream team deferred and other such lazy Vince Young jokes. It was nice that you kept the game interesting for the duration of the broadcast. That was a thankful departure for the live blog. A entertaining, mostly well executed game. To their credit, the Eagles also provided a few memorable derps, like Chas Henry missing a wide open receiver on a 4th down punt fake. And Jeremy Maclin falling down on another late 4th down attempt.
Still, this was something of a schadenfreude tease, this Iggles season. When Philly got Nnamdi (elite level pass interference penalty on the Bears’ last scoring drive) expectations were high. We feared that worst of all things – a first ever Eagles Super Bowl title. But, hell, this won’t even be a playoff team. What’s the fun in that?
Okay, it’s still a lot of fun. But you blew your fun load early. Watching the Eagles limp toward a mid-first round draft pick won’t be anywhere nearly as fun as a postseason meltdown.