Apparently Jerry Sandusky is in a way a very sick man. That's not what this post is about.
NPR has been talking to Penn State students and other residents of State College, PA about the effect of Penn State football's disgrace on them; last night the entirety of This American Life was about this topic. The people interviewed have said things like in the past if you criticized the football program you would be shunned and ostracized (you could say they had a bad game but not criticize the program; does this ethos sound familiar to anyone here?). The whole whole town is in a nightmarish malaise; everywhere you go people are in shock and talking about the same thing. Some compared revelations about alleged child abuse by Jerry Sandusky to 9/11. Several said the tragedy has made everyone realize the world was not what it seemed, etc.
I want to scream at these people. They may be the unintended beneficiaries of this tragedy. What they have needed is to get a real life. There is something more than a little peculiar about people making what happens to strangers, good or bad, such a momentous event in their lives (and I'm talking here about Penn State football not the victims of abuse; the above-mentioned comments have been about how the fall of Penn State football has shattered lives of FANS). Spectator sports and the British royalty have more in common than we'd like to admit. For my part, I'm excited about the Utah-Wasu game today, but any day I'd trade a Ute win for any kind of even very modest professional success; I'd trade a Ute win most of all for something even very modest that makes one of my kids happy and adds to their self-confidence. (There is a published legal opinion about a lawyer who went to watch Georgetown in the Final Four and delibarately failed to show up at a hearing for a client.)
Apparently identity fulfillment is the opiate--maybe more likely cocaine--of the people at least at Penn State. A person close to me who went to Chicago for college and Michigan for grad school said that the pervasive obsession at Michigan with spectator sports, all the people streaming to the massive stadium dressed in their gear on game day, was jarring, and in a way oppressive and incongruous with her real purpose at Michigan.
A professor at Penn State who was interviewed nailed it. She said the school's preoccupation had tilted way too far in the direction of the football team. Too many students cared more about the tail gating, the roster status, following the lives of the players and potential players (in HS), anticipating and experiencing the big game on Saturday, than learning and succeeding at school. She said maybe something good that can come of this is a realignment of priorities. Football matters, she said, but it's not the most important thing. Not even close.
Maybe now some of these lost souls will find some genuine balm for their barren spiritual lives.
NPR has been talking to Penn State students and other residents of State College, PA about the effect of Penn State football's disgrace on them; last night the entirety of This American Life was about this topic. The people interviewed have said things like in the past if you criticized the football program you would be shunned and ostracized (you could say they had a bad game but not criticize the program; does this ethos sound familiar to anyone here?). The whole whole town is in a nightmarish malaise; everywhere you go people are in shock and talking about the same thing. Some compared revelations about alleged child abuse by Jerry Sandusky to 9/11. Several said the tragedy has made everyone realize the world was not what it seemed, etc.
I want to scream at these people. They may be the unintended beneficiaries of this tragedy. What they have needed is to get a real life. There is something more than a little peculiar about people making what happens to strangers, good or bad, such a momentous event in their lives (and I'm talking here about Penn State football not the victims of abuse; the above-mentioned comments have been about how the fall of Penn State football has shattered lives of FANS). Spectator sports and the British royalty have more in common than we'd like to admit. For my part, I'm excited about the Utah-Wasu game today, but any day I'd trade a Ute win for any kind of even very modest professional success; I'd trade a Ute win most of all for something even very modest that makes one of my kids happy and adds to their self-confidence. (There is a published legal opinion about a lawyer who went to watch Georgetown in the Final Four and delibarately failed to show up at a hearing for a client.)
Apparently identity fulfillment is the opiate--maybe more likely cocaine--of the people at least at Penn State. A person close to me who went to Chicago for college and Michigan for grad school said that the pervasive obsession at Michigan with spectator sports, all the people streaming to the massive stadium dressed in their gear on game day, was jarring, and in a way oppressive and incongruous with her real purpose at Michigan.
A professor at Penn State who was interviewed nailed it. She said the school's preoccupation had tilted way too far in the direction of the football team. Too many students cared more about the tail gating, the roster status, following the lives of the players and potential players (in HS), anticipating and experiencing the big game on Saturday, than learning and succeeding at school. She said maybe something good that can come of this is a realignment of priorities. Football matters, she said, but it's not the most important thing. Not even close.
Maybe now some of these lost souls will find some genuine balm for their barren spiritual lives.

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