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Saturday, November 19, 2005
Paterno has always known how to persevere
By Jerry Green / The Detroit News
The quarterback sat in the back row of the classroom, in his old olive Army jacket, and when he asked questions he croaked out the words. He had glistening black hair and when he walked across the campus it was with a slight list to the left, in short steps, hands jammed in his pockets.
And on Saturday, he huddled his team on the opening play, and then dropped back and threw a surprise floating duck of a pass deep up the right side. It went for a touchdown.
The legendary sports journalist, Stanley Woodward, wrote a description of the quarterback in powerful words in the legendary newspaper, the New York Herald Tribune, long out of business.
"He can't run. He can't pass. All he can do is win."
Those precious words were written more than a half-century ago, nay, nearly 60 years ago. And an identical description applies today.
The quarterback's name is Joe Paterno -- JoePa -- and he has proven to detractors, to enemies, to doubters that he can still win. An old soldier winning his battles.
Late this Saturday afternoon, and into this evening, Joe Paterno will run his Penn State team against Michigan State in East Lansing. In today's other football game in our state. His team will be playing for an undisputed Big Ten championship. It would be playing for an undefeated season and perhaps a chance for a national championship except for the last-play miracle at Michigan.
Hundreds miles to the east, in New York City, his old college team, Brown, will also play today for an outright championship vs. Columbia. Brown never has won an Ivy League championship uncontested, without sharing it with a Princeton or a Penn or a Harvard.
The hair is still mostly black and when Paterno paces the sideline, it is with the same chopping gait with the slight list. And he still croaks out his words in a scratchy, guttural voice.
He was the quarterback on the field at Brown, and I sat in the grandstand, with a brownish crew-cut, a sports addict, a student who had discovered that he lacked athletic abilities. I was his classmate, and we were uncertain about our futures. He became a football coach at Penn State after graduation, 55 years ago. Unable to hit a curveball or throw a floating duck of a pass farther than 10 yards, I ultimately chose sports journalism -- the next best thing for all of us of our generation who lacked the skills to play the games.
These words are now written with tears of remembrance.
There was no sports talk radio then, a forum for others who lacked the skills to be athletes and only could tear at the flesh and souls of those with the abilities to play or coach. There was no ESPN, no cable television. What television there was in the infancy years of the late 1940s appeared on tiny, snowy screens in flickering black and white in boxy furniture.
Joe Paterno's renaissance at age 78 and Penn State's revival into the Top Five of college football Americana is, to me, the most compelling sports story of the autumn season. He never cowered before the criticism, he refused to surrender. He rebuffed even the rabid Penn State alumni who suggested -- perhaps demanded -- his retirement.
The game of college football had not passed him by. The young cheerleaders who now populate the sporting media with their critiques failed to understand the value of knowledge and experience. They have their megaphones and they are heard in high volume and read in slashing words in black ink. And they were all wrong.
He was young enough and wise enough to change a few of his tactics and persevere.
The journey takes a lifetime -- from English D1 to No. 1. Penn State has won two national championships with the old soldier as its coach. His attackers a tried to dump him and he resisted and now he has returned with the strong chance that he will be No. 1 again, in the Big Ten. The vibrancy remains and the experience and the knowledge of how to use it.
Joe Paterno is an antique now. And so is his classmate who lacked the talent himself to play in the games -- the lover of sports who made his discoveries in an English classroom so long ago.
Perseverance. Antiquity. Remembrances written through tears.
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