As noted on Facebook this morning, I took Jordan back down to State College today to begin both his spring semester and his “new” football career under Bill O’Brien.
As we made the turn off of I-80 and headed south towards the campus – as usual – there always seems to be some magic in the air for me. The setting sun was bright gold, and Beaver Stadium looked like the cathedral of college football that it is…looming on the top of a hill with the setting sun painting it in pink and gold.
After dropping Jordan off at his dorm, I did notice he needed a shave. “Doesn’t that need to go?” I asked, referring to his light beard. “Not sure anymore,” he said. One of Joe Paterno’s rules was “no facial hair.” Interesting.
I made my way back to Beaver Stadium, just enjoying the atmosphere and snapping a few photos. An absolutely stunning full moon was rising over Mount Nittany and I have to say that the view just took my breath away…no wonder I enjoy my trips down there so much. It still is a very special place not only for me, but for millions of football fans and Penn Staters around the world.
I did stop to take a look at the Joe Paterno statue, which is thankfully still there. It was weird to be there on this crisp January evening without a soul around…think about it: there are plaques, there are trophies, and there are awards…but how many people do you know that have actually have a bronze statue cast of them commissioned? I know just one: JoePa.
I did check the bolts and – damn – too tight, or I would have just put the whole thing in my trunk for safe-keeping. Need to bring some power tools with me next time in order to protect this thing before the Board of Trustnuts has another outbreak of cowardice and has it scrapped.
As promised, I made my way over to the Lasch Football Building in a vain attempt to introduce myself to Coach O’Brien. I knew it wasn’t looking good when I pulled into the lot and there were four Penn State Police cars there (yeah, THOSE guys). I decided to try my luck but the front doors were locked, and I looked up and one of the cops was giving me the stink-eye with his hand positioned on his squirt gun. I did the right thing, I just smiled and gave him the finger.
The long drive home in the dark gave me some “quiet time” to think about my life, and what I might do to make the world a better place. Here’s what I came up with:
This year, I am going to take up golf again after a 3 year layoff. And after every shot – including putts – I’m gonna do “the Tebow.” I might even do it after I wash my balls!
Please contact me to arrange your golf date with me.
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As Penn State begins to slowly dig itself out of a mountain of shocking allegations, 24/7 news coverage (that includes “tweets” from such esteemed luminaries as Ashton Kutcher) and their entire campus being over-run by both “real” media and “gotcha” media, the white-hot energy has faded just enough for some reasonable thoughts and discussions regarding Joe Paterno’s handling of this situation 9 years ago and how he has been treated in general over the last few weeks.
In one of the more refreshing pieces of news and information that I’ve seen regarding Penn State this past week, here’s a letter from the Student Leadership at Ohio State University asking that the students treat the visitors with respect this weekend.
And the hits just keep on coming…

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