Attention all non-child molestors, child-rapists, weirdos, mouth-breathers, over-handsy-types, pocket self-touchers, and other non-freaks who happen to coach sports. Now would be a good time to come forward to defend your profession.
Is “I’m a college sports assistant coach” about to become the new “meet me in the rectory” in the pantheon of uber-creepy phrases?
Christ, people. I know it snows a lot in Syracuse, but there’s got to be more to do in the winter than wax poetically about Billy Owens and have unhealthy-to-illegal sex rings…right?
Happy Thanksgiving, Wuhl Nation. Hope you are enjoying this week with loved ones in good spirits, with good cheer and food. We’ll be checking in here and there, and of course on twitter.
Now, this is good clean fun from North of the border. That one dude really gets his stomps in, Hells Angels style:
Maybe it’s not just Penn State. Maybe it’s not just the Catholic Church. While we hope there is no rush to judgement of Syracuse assistant basketball coach Bernie Fine, there is no denying the truth: Sex abuse of children is a far larger issue than any of us care to think about. Maybe it’s time for everyone to look more skeptically at institutions that have relatively unfettered access to young people.
Maybe this is just a sad, sad chapter of history in college sports.