I was planning to write something about how Posada should retire rather than sit by the phone hoping for the Yankees to call. But then he told reporters that he wasn’t expecting the call and, in fact, had interest from a few other teams. Whatever.
The Yankees became a non-story for me when the TV coverage of the Penn State mess became tonight’s big news. I don’t follow football, college or otherwise, and the name Joe Paterno was simply that to me: a name. But after the announcement that the legendary coach had been canned, along with the university’s president, and that the students were pouring out onto the streets professing their love for Paterno and/or chanting for him to come back…
Well. Talk about ugliness.
I’m still processing how the horrors could go on at that place for all those years without anybody doing anything – and how the students, as much as they revere Paterno, could actually be whining for him to be reinstated.
There are times when I hate the culture of sports, and this is one of them.