You are Tom Bradley, the interim coach. Your Nittany Lions just scored a touchdown with the clock reading 5:42 left in the final quarter.  Your team is down17-13.  What should you do, Tom?  Should you go for two?  “No," you tell yourself without deliberation.  In fact you dismiss the question a split second after it enters your mind?

Instead, you go for the kick and make it 17-14.

Tom, don’t you realize that if you had attempted the 2-pt conversion and made it - the players, the fans, and everyone else abiding in the hills and dales of Happy Valley – all would have been emotionally electrified?

Tom, don’t you realize that if you had attempted the 2-pt conversion and even though missed it - the players, the fans, and everyone else abiding in the hills and dales of Happy Valley – all would, nonetheless, have been emotionally electrified?

Tom, did you not know that the 2-pt conversion success rate in college football is nearly 50%, some say higher, as high as 55%?  No, you knew it, you have been around football too long not to know it.

Tom, you blew it!

Tom, why?  Why did you play as you played?  Did you feel that you had no right to be on the field? Don’t answer, you didn’t!  You didn’t have any more right being on the field than had former Penn State player, now coach, Mike McQueary.  In fact, you had less, you were higher up in the chain of command.  You have been a member of Penn State’s coaching staff for thirty years and a Penn State player for four years prior.  Certainly, you knew the reason Jerry Sandusky was forced to resign.  Certainly, it was not to make you Joe Paterno’s heir apparent.

If you or any other coach on staff, save McQueary, were to profess ignorance of Sandusky’s thirty-four years of deviant behavior (1977-2011), it would stretch the public’s credulity to the breaking point.  Even if the most junior coach amongst you were actually unaware of it, his veracity would be hard for the public to accept.  
  
Tom, you knew as much as, or almost as much as Paterno, you knew at least as much as McQueary.  Notwithstanding, you became the interim coach.  Paterno’s career ended in ignominy, McQueary was limned as villain, his crime: not stopping what had been going on since he was a toddler not yet in play school.

What would you have thought, what would you have done, Tom, if you were in McQueary’s capacity and you saw this man sodomizing a ten-year old boy?  You might have asked yourself, “Is this the first time, or the one hundred and first time, that he has committed such crime?” Thus, you might have done nothing, except remain silent.  McQueary had the good judgment to tell his father right away what he had witnessed, and on the following morning together they went to Paterno’s home and reported the crime. 
 
As for Paterno, how is he any different from any Roman Catholic bishop or archbishop in North America or anywhere else who knows that pedophilia is rampant within the priesthood of his dioceses, and even the name of the pedophile priests, yet does nothing?  Pope Benedict XVI himself knows better than anyone else of the rampant world-wide perversity in the Church, yet he does nothing to ameliorate it.  In fact, according to the London Evening Standard, he issued secret instructions to bishops ordering them to discourage witnesses and victims from informing legal authorities of such crimes. (See http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-23369148-pope-led-cover-up-of-child-abuse-by-priests.do

Tom, generally speaking, you know all this, yet you were out on the field last Saturday, as hypocritical as anyone else who knows a pederast yet does nothing about it.  You had no more right to be on the field than McQueary or Paterno.  You know this!

Because you know this, you could not play to win, winning was not in your heart.  You did not deserve to win, neither did any coach on Penn State’s coaching staff. 

Penn State will never return to prouder days until it takes a stand to do right, to stem the pernicious tide of pederasty prevailing in society today, and to extirpate the perversion from its campus for once and forevermore. 

If any good is to come from this enormity, is that players and coaches at Penn State - aptly in the vanguard perhaps - will realize that sports should not reflect a degenerative society, but rather lead a wayward society to honor and glory.

Beaver Stadium, high on a hill overlooking State College, should be a beacon radiating brotherly love from a city of God, not lasciviousness from a modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah.