Sure, the economy was going to hell, the environment was a mess, and the future looked bleak, but there was one ray of hope for Pennsylvanians in all that fin de siècle darkness: football. In the professional ranks there was, of course, the Steelers. The Pittsburgh Steelers were the meanest, toughest dudes in the NFL. Nobody could touch "em, not during the 1970s anyway. And even though I grew up on the other side of the state--within the sphere of (God help me!) Philadelphia Eagles fandom--eastern Pennsylvanians still benefited from the indomitable aura of the winners to the west. Nightmarish as those times may have been, the Steelers managed to transcend all of the misery that was besetting the Rust Belt. The worse times got, the tougher, more successful the Steelers seemed to become.
But it wasn't only the Steelers that sparked the hopes of down-and-out Pennsylvanians, there was also the Nittany Lions. Penn State University, sitting absolutely dead center in the Pennsylvania's rural heartland, won supporters from every part of the state. Being so central, and removed from the influence of any major metropolitan center, the Nittany Lions were the one major football team that everybody in the state could rally around. In part, it was because families from all over Pennsylvania sent their kids to PSU. Every community bragged of dozens--if not thousands--of Penn State students and alums. PSU was the institution that, more than any other, united the state of Pennsylvania. People were proud to be associated with Penn State, easily one of the very best state colleges in the United States, but they were even more proud to be supporters of Nittany Lion football.
Joe Paterno was a gentleman. For Joe, winning football games was secondary. First and foremost, Paterno cared about kids--and not just his own football players. Paterno wanted all kids to grow up and be as successful as they could possibly be.
At least, that's what we were led to believe.
So, in the end, have Jerry Sandusky's atrocities soiled Coach Paterno's otherwise unimpeachable image? You're damn right they have, and Paterno has no one to blame but himself. Paterno labored his whole life to cultivate the image of a principled, altruistic warrior, and, in spite of Paterno's tireless self-aggrandizement, the Sandusky scandal has blasted JoePa's public image to smithereens. Had Paterno cared even one iota for the principles that he professed he would have dumped Sandusky the very instant that he caught wind of his lieutenant's felonious assaults. Instead, Joe Paterno hopped into bed with Sandusky, the monster that Paterno knowingly aided and abetted. What a wretched end for an otherwise (seemingly) noble spirit. It's a hard lesson to learn, but the Sandusky affair makes it clear that there are some things that are worse--much, much worse--than losing a few football games.
Though I'm sure he wished it were otherwise, that will be Joe Paterno's most enduring legacy.
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