There’s a deflated Adidas football sitting on a bookshelf inside my parents’ house a few miles outside Philadelphia.
“To John, Joe Paterno.”
He wrote it twice; once in gold and a few inches below in silver. The gold version is a little hard to read — I suppose he realized this after the first inscription and wanted to make sure I could see his name. I don’t know that for sure; I’ve never met the man. I’ve never even really seen him up close. Why does Joe Paterno even have a gold pen? (more…)