Family, friends and fans say goodbye to Penn State legend Joe Paterno. "It turns out he gave full disclosure to his superiors (when he was told about Sandusky), information that went up the chain to the head of the campus police and the president ... with an outstanding national reputation," said Phil Knight, chairman of Nike, who said that Paterno was his hero. "Whatever the details of the investigation are, this much is clear to me: If there is a villain in this tragedy, it lies in that investigation, not in Joe Paterno's response to it." The crowd at the stadium stood, screamed and applauded. Same with the 传世私服 hundreds at the Hub. These days, everything is a fight, a debate. Everything is polarized: right or wrong, left or right, good or bad. It’s easier that way, and doesn’t take thought. You fall into a track and just ride it to your beliefs. I was not at this service for the fight, but to actually look for some truth. 传奇世界私服 The thing is, Paterno spent 60 years known as the example of virtue. But the story had such a shocking, and then abrupt ending. And the truth is, as a father of two children roughly the age of Sandusky’s accusers, it is not easy to just celebrate Paterno’s decades of greatness. You cannot deny the high graduation rates, the loyalty Paterno showed to his family and to his school. He created an image for Happy Valley, of all sunshine and blue skies and picket fences. And it’s something that people believed in and tried to live by. It was raining all day in Happy Valley on Thursday. I didn’t know it rained here. People are complex. We’re all mixed bags. But somehow, we’re also 魔域私服 dying to create a hero, dying to find someone to build a statue for. You wonder how much of what Paterno actually built was even real. Maybe all of it was, who knows? We can’t get answers from him. In the morning Thursday, I met Jack Harris, a retired Air Force colonel from Colorado, in the hotel lobby over breakfast. He graduated from Penn State in 1969, and talked about meeting with Paterno. It was 1966, Harris’ sophomore year, and he was homesick and a little lost at Penn State. His mother, worried he would drop out of school, had called an adviser to keep an eye on him. Then one day, he was walking to the football game and, "All of a sudden, I hear this high, squeaky voice," Harris said, "'Hey, where you going?'"