Right reaction, wrong call for action: Ending Penn State football will not end child abuse

I, like many members of the B1G 10 and country at large, have spent the past half year or so following the Sandusky scandal. When the story first broke, I commented on the incident as the spokesperson for PAVE, a student organization dedicated to ending sexual assault on the UW-Madison campus. In both a letter to the editor and guest column in The Daily Cardinal, I invited the Badger student body to use the PSU tragedy as an opportunity to think about violence on our own campus and to reflect on how we should behave when confronted with the topic.

It was a dark time marked by a story that horrified anyone with a good head on their shoulders. When Penn State students rioted, flaunting their love for Joe Paterno, most looked on in disgust – and for good reason. Valuing a sports idol’s legacy over children’s safety is absurd. Eight months later, the Freeh investigation report has made what was already a black-and-white situation even more straightforward, but with its release has come a new cloud of lunacy, one found in the comment sections of online news outlets.

There is well-documented proof that all evil in the world manifests in the comment section. Give a man anonymity and in the amount of time it takes to click “submit,” you’ll find your faith in humanity shaken. For this reason, I tend to avoid comment sections, especially when they regard things so dear to my heart (in this case sexual assault prevention).

But this time around, I couldn’t resist. My cynical self expected to find a boatload of comments on what a “hero” Paterno was, how his memory will not be blemished, blah blah blah. There was a bit of that, but I’m guessing people have come to realize sharing such opinions will lead to endless chastising. As such, comments tended to take on this tone:

Here’s the thing. While I prefer anger toward the cowards who did nothing over favor and blind loyalty, these comments say a lot about how people are reacting to this situation: They don’t want a solution; they want vindication. They’re not concerned with preventing child abuse; they’re concerned with putting people behind bars.

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A Chicago Cubs fan in New York City

Everywhere I go, I find myself having to defend my love of the Chicago Cubs. New York has not proven itself an exception. A few weeks into my new job, I’ve had to explain to a slew of Yankees, Mets and Red Sox fans why they “just don’t get it.” (You’d think the Red Sox contingent might get it, but Boston fans are not known as the worst, most obnoxious  group of sports fanatics in the country because of their understanding or reason.)

With the Mets in Chicago this week, I figured now was a fitting time to whip out an article on my unwavering Cubbie loyalty I wrote for The Daily Cardinal earlier this spring. Enjoy!

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“Do they still play the blues in Chicago / When baseball season rolls around? / When the snow melts away / Do the Cubbies still play / In their ivy-covered burial ground? / When I was a boy they were my pride and joy / But now they only bring fatigue / To the home of the brave / The land of the free / And the doormat of the National League.”

—“A Dying Cub Fan’s Last Request,” Steve Goodman

I have a lot to look forward to next week. Obviously, it is spring break, so myself and three of the most beautiful Cardinal ladies the world has ever seen will be piling into my Honda CRV and road tripping through the South. Additionally, I get to spend Easter Sunday with my family and a minimum of seven chocolate bunnies—no complaints there. Still, neither of these events are what have me beaming from ear to ear. What does have me beaming is Thursday, April 5: the date of the Chicago Cubs’ home opener. (Please save all heckling and tomato throwing until the end of this column. Thank you).

Yes, I am one of the cursed, destined to root for a team that—and it pains me to say this—probably will not win next year. Regardless, I love my Cubbies more than words can say, but this is a column, after all, so I will give it whirl.

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