Clint Dempsey? Kidnapped? Mamma Mia!
Can You Find the BCS Supercomputer in This Picture?
In case you missed it last night, Bob Costas conducted one of the strangest phone interviews ever. He also managed to let Jerry Sandusky implicate himself in the process. For that, we’re all thankful.
The interview.
So.
I can imagine that if I stumbled across a fifty/sixty-something man anally raping a ten-year-old boy, I’d go into shock and stagger away as fast as my coward legs could carry me. Conversely, I can also imagine being so horrified that my adrenaline would cancel all caution, and—timid and pacific luftmensch that I am—I’d actually try to murder said fifty/sixty-something, then and there.
I am certain I would call the cops. I generally dislike the police, but I’m willing to accept that part of this dislike (part) is merely prejudice, and that of course they’re needed in extreme situations like, I don’t know, reporting child rapists etc. etc…
Were I waste enough of space, I suppose I’d just tell my boss, because….uhhh…???????
At the very least, you’d think Paterno and the others who heard about Sandusky’s depredations but didn’t actually witness them would hire a private detective to follow their defensive coordinator around to ascertain whether or not he was indeed fucking kids.
Then again, there’s always the Team to consider. Just as Germans in the 1930s and 40s had to think of the Fatherland. You do love your team/country, right?
Buzz Bissinger in the Daily Beast, people:
What happened, or more accurately did not happen, goes to the core of evil that major college sports programs in this country have become, equivalent to Mafia families in which the code of omertà rules and coaches and staff always close ranks around their own, even if it means letting someone who was first accused of inappropriate sexual conduct in 1998 continue to roam.
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The entire Penn State coaching staff, too much under the influence of Paterno, should go.
And so, frankly, should major college football and basketball as it exists now, rotten beyond repair, as has been pointed out a thousand times. Totally disconnected from the academic experience, they are insulated kingdoms with their own rules and reigns of terror because of the money they make, trading in illegal recruiting and illegal gifts and illegal favors, and now, thanks to Penn State, alleged sexual abuse of children by a former coach who must have assumed he would always be protected. Just like a Mafia soldier.
Tebowdashian. I Can't Believe It, Either...
Well, this blog has certainly been falling down on the job lately. The only way to get the Internet masses interested again will be to write something provocative and controversial.
Hmmmm….
So this slob at Penn State has been fucking ten-year-olds. Good thing or bad thing? Have your say in the comments.
*One would like to endorse this Deadspin post.
This whole PSU thing is less an indictment of college football than it is an indictment of all entrenched adult institutions. From big-time college football to the Catholic church to Wall Street to government agencies, you’ll find that people almost always choose to cover their ass and protect their jobs (and friends) rather than do the right thing.
Indeed, yo.
Derek Lowe has been eaten by wild boars. He will be missed, in a sense. Some innocent soul thinks this will be a good thing for the Cleveland Indians.
I long ago expressed my desire to see Derek Lowe eaten by an infernal dragon. I stand by my words.
Here’s a picture of a dog in some sort of pumpkin costume.
Dogs don’t blog.
Stay tuned. More opinions later.
So the EPL predictions took last weekend off since you had your underwhelming international break and the correspondingly bleary football to watch. The only real news to come out of last weekend is that the United States is still “bleh” under Jurgen Klinsmann and Wayne Rooney may have ample time next summer to maim his body hair.
Anyways, on to the picks…. Continue reading
A few days ago our correspondent “See Skott” wrote a blistering post about his predictions for the 2011-12 NHL season. Obviously, he’s wrong about everything (except the areas where I agree with him). Here’s my official rebuttal, which you are by all means free to call “this season’s definitive and inarguable What Will Happen and What Won’t Happen essay.” Continue reading
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