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Real talk. #Banks

My favorite…

If you could go back in time and be a drummer in any band, what would it be?
The Three Tenors.

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This is my favorite

I’ve wanted you all to know how much I love this scene since tumblr started.
nickapopolus:

freshliam:

This is my favorite

I’ve wanted you all to know how much I love this scene since tumblr started.
nickapopolus:

freshliam:

This is my favorite

I’ve wanted you all to know how much I love this scene since tumblr started.
nickapopolus:

freshliam:

This is my favorite

I’ve wanted you all to know how much I love this scene since tumblr started.

nickapopolus:

freshliam:

This is my favorite

I’ve wanted you all to know how much I love this scene since tumblr started.

More from Jay Paterno’s book

This story excerpt really gets to me. Please don’t misunderstand, what happened to Paterno pales in comparison to what happened to Sandusky’s victims, but this look at the loss of innocence of a great elderly man facing failure in his final days is devastating. We’ll never see another like Paterno again. 

On a walk in the park, he got the same puzzled look on his face as when we discussed the Jerry Sandusky case in the last months of his life. What happened was hard for him to process. The people of 1930s Brooklyn did not talk about this stuff, as he explained when we were talking about this case. “Look, Jay,” he said, “if this was going on back then, I certainly never knew about it. If something like this had happened where I grew up, that person would have been beaten to within an inch of his life. No one would talk about it or know why. It was a different time and place. Maybe it was better, maybe it wasn’t. I don’t know.”

“Who knows, Dad?”

“But how could this happen here?”

“Dad, this happens in every town in America.”

He looked through the low sunlight of early December in Sunset Park and frowned. The lines on his face and forehead seemed to have grown in the weeks of the scandal. The park had been a place of childhood play, of dreams of tossing footballs, of bank shots on the basketball court, and neighborhood football games.

Now it was a place to unburden a soul of regret.

“Jay, he fooled me.”

“Dad, he fooled me, he fooled everyone.”

That didn’t ease his mind. There was a feeling there that either his age or being unaware had allowed something like this to happen.

Read more at Onward State

Quality police work

Excerpt from Jay Paterno’s new book via Onward State. I’m starting to see why Jerry Sandusky eluded police in State College for so long. 

Jay faced round of interviews from State Police in January of 2012. An officer started to ask Jay questions about victims traveling with Jerry Sandusky to practice or trips after he retired. Jay says this did not happen, as they were closed to players and coaches.

The next question was even more puzzling. “We understand that Jerry was able to arrange for his victims to dress for football games,” he said.

“You mean in uniform,” I asked.

“Yes.”

I allowed that I didn’t personally check every uniform, but I doubted that story. We would notice a 10-or 12-year-old in uniform among oversized college players.

“We have a picture of one,” he said.

He showed me the picture, and I laughed.

“This young man is one of the victims,” he said, pointing to a player in uniform without his helmet on and standing next next to Joe on the sidelines of a game.

“No, it’s not,” I said. “That’s Shane McGregor.”

He wanted to know how I was so sure. I explained that Shane was still on the team, that I had coached him for four years, and that the picture he was holding was from the Outback Bowl on January 1, 2011.

If they were so off on this, I wondered what else they might have gotten wrong.

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