Happens to me all the time. Long before I actually realized Paterno was full of shit with pretty much everything he did, long before the Sandusky stuff, long before they kicked our ass in 94 even. Long before any of that I hated Penn State, because the people I was forced to be around who were seemingly normal in any other aspect of life turned into what you're seeing now on a routine basis whenever Penn State, or just college football in general, was being discussed. People who I genuinely liked because they were friends of my parents. People who would be trusted enough to watch me as a child for a weekend while the parents were away. Normal people. Turned into cult members with eyes glazed over when discussing Paterno and Penn State.Yep, and you might run into a Ped State alum that, with great effort, can act normal and reasonable for a couple of hours at a time. But get a few beers in them and the wingnut truth comes out. You will sit there with your mouth hanging open, disbelieving that anybody could still believe that Joesus is a saint, Sandusky was framed, and they don't have a culture problem in Slappy Valley. This very thing happened to me last week.
And it was Paterno AND Penn State, not Paterno OR Penn State. There was never one without the other.
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