By Ronald N. Guy Jr.
In 1966 my father was a year out of high school, I was years
away from being a concept and Joe Paterno was the rookie head football coach at
Pennsylvania State University. Today,
that recent high school graduate is now a 64-year-old professional retiree (the
Beatles are signing his song), the future humanoid (me) is nearly 39 and
Paterno is merely a week removed from the unceremonious end to his astonishing
46-year head-coaching reign at PSU.
Paterno, of course, wasn’t un-done in the traditional manner
– a lack of winning – but by his now well dissected and uncharacteristic
failure to appropriately act on knowledge that Jerry Sandusky, his long-time
defensive coordinator, was committing disgusting acts with young boys. Here’s a quick and disturbing summary
(that’s your warning if you want to skip to the next paragraph) of what we
currently know: Sandusky, through the University and/or his foundation, The
Second Mile, allegedly had inappropriate contact with several boys from 1994
through 2009. In 2002, Mike McQueary, a
graduate assistant, allegedly observed Sandusky performing a sex act with a
young boy in a campus shower. The next
day, McQueary reported the incident to Paterno who in-turn informed the
athletic director, Tim Curley. That’s
where the incident inexplicably appeared to die on the vine, as there was no
communication with the proper authorities and no investigation.
Last week Sandusky, Paterno’s right hand man and one-time
heir-apparent, was arrested and charged with 40 counts of improper contact with
young boys over a 15-year period. What
Paterno knew, when he knew it and what he did about it only he knows for
sure. Paterno was aware of the 2002
incident and it seems reasonable to conclude, given the dictatorial style of
most head coaches and his long relationship with Sandusky, that he knew this
wasn’t an isolated incident. Admittedly
that’s speculation. What isn’t in
dispute is that by at least 2002, Paterno knew something terrible was happening
in his midst, on his watch and in the middle of the program he spent half a
century building. But instead of acting
swiftly and comprehensively, he inexplicably and unforgivably turned a blind
eye, after merely a passing glance, toward one of humanities greatest and most
vulgar sins.
The information age has
merged the once great divide between the perception of players, teams and
institutions and reality. Twitter feeds
directly into the minds of athletes and the media’s speed and tenacity have left
little mystery and few unanswered questions about the world of sports. The ability to filter data and form
comfortably ignorant, ideal versions of athletic superheroes is long gone. With Pandora’s box perpetually ajar, what we
are left with is – ready or not – the ground truth. That truth, more often than not, has left us disappointed,
shocked and occasionally deeply disturbed.
The truth is baseball players use steroids, major college programs break
the rules and compromise the integrity of competition (USC, Ohio State and
anyone coached by John Calipari, for example) and illegal videotapes are used
by some of the NFL’s best (Bill Belichick’s other legacy).
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