All SMU got from the NCAA was the death penalty in the early
1980s for the good old-fashioned all-American way of gaining an edge –
paying its scholars to block and tackle.
But Penn State? It still gets to
play, pack its stadium with 100,000-plus fans for each home game this season, and
still be on television. Great. If you’re so inclined you’ll be able to watch
and listen to the blow-dried bloviators speak of the indomitable Penn State
community and the “healing” virtues of intercollegiate competition.
This is what passes for disapproval. Oh well.
We’ll get over it, though we won’t be as big a college football fan as
we used to be. We’re free of that
now. Of course, Western Civilization
will fall if Oklahoma falls to Texas this October, but we can take it.
What we can’t take is the sense that the NCAA is somehow
trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. Self-righteous to a fault, the NCAA proved to
be as gutless as the Penn State administration and its hypocritical head
coach. We don’t have the numbers, but
$60 million is probably what parking tickets are to Federal Express – just the
cost of doing business
No, the NCAA flubbed it.
To sleep at night it chose to tell itself a story, the one about what a
tough guy it was for making the Lions cut back on the number of linebacking
studs it could stuff into Theory of Volleyball 101.
In our ideal world, every male freshman would receive a
flyer (or a text message nowadays) informing him of football tryouts the
Saturday before Labor Day, leather helmets would be optional, the coach would
be a professor wanting to make some extra dough.
But, alas, it isn’t so and never was. The men who ran Penn State and its football “program”
thought it more important than little boys and sought to protect it rather than
them. By not pulling the plug, so did
the NCAA.