2 Minute Warning

A week without a game seems like a pretty good time to take a deep breath. Do yourself a favor stop reading all the junk in the national media. We'll see plenty of that garbage in the weeks to come. Let's think about just how lucky we are. An undefeated team, in the hunt for the Big Ten and National Championships. And lets not forget about the man who is still running the show

Sports Illustrated December 22-29, 1986

From whom else but Paterno did we learn that you can have 20-20,000 vision and still see more clearly than almost every-body else, that you can look like Bartleby but coach like Bryant, that you can have your kids hit holes like 'Bama's and books like Brown's, that the words "college" and "football" don't have to be mutually exclusive.

Paterno just isn't ready to give up swatting at windmills. As Paterno once said, "Look, we're so cynical about everything these days. Everybody's a cynic. But what if an 18-year-old kid wants to be an idealist? What if he wants to find some integrity in college athletics? Where's he going to go?"

For another four or five years at least, he can pack up his copy of Huck Finn and report to the squatty, near-sighted guy in the white socks and the nervous pants legs in State College, Pa., just as kids have been doing with splendid results for three decades. That's why we choose Joe Paterno as Sportsman of the Year.

The next few weeks are going to be very exciting but lets not loose track of how special this is.
A Team
A School
And the Great Experiment