I am a child of Penn State.
I moved there when I was 6 years old. I went to Fairmount Elementary, Park Forest Jr. High and presumably State College Intermediate High and then State College Senior High, had my parents not moved us to Colorado. But I grew up there, had all the childhood first there, lost my first tooth, learned how to ride a bike, caught my first fish, fell in love with videogames (Playland/Campus Casino) first fight and first kiss. My student teachers, my babysitters, my friend's older siblings, my friend's parents. They were all Penn State students, faculty or athletes.
I used to play soccer at Sunset Park, and I would watch the older kids play football there, and we would try and join in. I always wanted to be Shane Conlan, despite the fact that I was an undersized Asian kid with a bowl cut and Sears glasses. And every time we played football, we would stop and stare when JoePa would walk by. It was always with a sense of awe and admiration. Once when we were playing, he was walking with John Shaffer, and they stopped to show us how to run routes. I learned what a post, out and slant route was, the button hook and how to defend against the receiver in the middle, like Shane Conlan, from Coach Paterno himself.
I know Joe Paterno had to be fired. I knew he wasn't going to last the season. But it fucking breaks my heart.
And I know this is GAF, so I would say that 99% of you think I'm being stupid, or blind. and I admit that it totally looks that way from the outside. But I know some of you went to Penn State, and maybe some of you grew up there, that understand.
I ordered a 1/2 gallon of Peachy Paterno. And I'm going to eat all of it in misery.