Joe Paterno: The Coach from Byzantium by George Paterno
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I think he still has the record for interceptions. Once again, his great feel for the game got him in the right place at the right time to make big plays. The year was 1947, and by the end of Joe's first year at Brown, he had established himself as an outstanding student, a potential quarterback, and a candidate for a fraternity. The DKE, known primarily as a jock fraternity, also had the dubious reputation as the drunken dekes. What a crew!! The year is 1946. The war being over, veterans had served many years in the Armed Forces.
Rafferty Page v Contents Acknowledgments vi Preface vii Foreword xi 1 Family Roots 1 2 High School Days, The Quest Begins 7 3 Brown University 15 4 The Team 21 5 Penn State 27 6 Joe Recruits a Wife 35 7 The Brothers as Coaches 47 8 Don Quixote With a Machine Gun 57 9 The Big Ten 63 10 Are You Joe Paterno? 69 11 To Be or Not To Be? 73 12 Football and Politics 77 13 The Big Push 93 14 Mount Everest 97 15 Joe the Moralist 105 16 JoPa 109 17 Joe Replaces the Bear 119 18 The African-American Athlete 133 19 Penn State and the Conference 137 20 Pasadena and Roses 145 21 A Rose by Any Name 159 22 Pollsters and Sophistry 163 23 The Lion King 169 24 The Bashing of Grand Pa 173 25 1996The Beat Goes On 183 26 Heroes 193 Page vi Acknowledgments The author gives thanks to all the people who have been part of Joe Paterno's saga for just being there.
I too had a good season; I was the leading ground gainer, averaging around five yards per carry and scored eight TDs. But some people hardly knew I played. One frustrating write-up had Joe throwing himself a pass (naturally it was to me). As the years passed, the Paterno brothers became Joe Paterno. I admired him, so it didn't bother me. By the time we graduated, I knew where he was going, but I was not so sure about myself. Our philosophies began to drift apart. We were both idealists. I was the intransigent romantic and Joe tempered his idealism with practicality.