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On Monday night, I watched the Bob Costas interview with Jerry Sandusky on Rock Center. Due to the fucked up nature of the allegations against Sandusky, I was expecting to be outraged by his words.
But I wasn’t.
The guy did nothing to exonerate himself. In fact, he probably made it worse.
Costas: How would you define the part you played? What are you willing to concede that you’ve done that was wrong and you wish you had not done it?
Sandusky: Well, in retrospect, I — you know, I shouldn’t have showered with those kids. You know.
In retrospect, he thought it was a bad idea. In retrospect.
But, wait, there’s more.
Costas: Are you a pedophile?
Costas: Are you sexually attracted to young boys, to underage boys?
Sandusky: Am I sexually attracted to underage boys?
Sandusky: Sexually attracted, you know, I enjoy young people. I love to be around them. But I’m not sexually attracted to young boys.
Why, oh why, in the world didn’t Sandusky’s lawyer, Joe Amendola, who happened to be seated right next to Costas during the entire interview (and has a kinda messed up story of his own) prep his client better?
The only answer is that he couldn’t. Amendola was trying to get his client out in front of the 40 charges against him but, most likely, Sandusky realizes he’s completely done for and he knows it doesn’t matter what he says.
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. ↔ Jim Morrison
As forthcoming as I am, there are certain memories that I choose to keep just for me. And listening to “Stockholm Syndrome” by blink-182 always makes me think of one of them.
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→ I am going to be unapologetic about how much I will be mentioning this in the next two weeks. My best friend Harvey died last November 30th after a valiant battle against CML, which is a type of leukemia. It’s been almost a year. I can’t fucking believe it. Anyway, before I get started on a rant, I’m going to once again announce that there will be a happy hour for the Harvey Forsyth Memorial Fund on Wednesday, November 30th at the Field House (1150 Filbert St., Philadelphia) from 6pm to 9pm. Please do your best to attend.