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An awesome tribute to video games by the Ohio State band. The Sandusky story ends quietly. And liberals, calm down about Obama

Sometimes a video is so awesome I have to lead the blog with it.
This was from the Ohio State marching band last weekend, performing a tribute to video games from the past, including Tetris, Halo, Super Mario Bros. and others.

The choreography is amazing, and the sequence from 5:55-6:20 is just sick.
Enjoy.

**Catching up on some reading today with some of my favorite political journalists, and man oh man, you would think Barack Obama slaughtered a litter of puppies on national television, the way he is being eviscerated right now.

Look, I know the debate last week was terrible. I know Obama let Romney walk all over him, lie through those perfect white teeth, and the latest poll has him down four points, yada yada yada.
But people, there’s still a month to go before Election Day. There are two more presidential debates, including one on foreign policy, a subject Mittens seems to know absolutely nothing about (his speech Monday was embarrassing, straight out of W.’s “we’re Amerka and we’re the best and we’ll save the world!” playbook.)

We’ve got a VP debate this week where Joe Biden will wipe the floor with Paul Ryan, whose arithmetic doesn’t add up just like Mittens.’ And we’ve got swing states whose unemployment numbers are going down, which is good for the incumbent.

Plus, do you really think Romney can go a month without another serious screw-up of the tongue? I don’t.

So my fellow Democrats, my message to you is: Chill out. Relax (like Frankie says in the video above). It’s going to be OK.  Obama’s still winning this thing. I’m not worried.

**Finally, the Jerry Sandusky saga has come to and, legally at least, as the disgraced former Penn State assistant who molested and abused so many innocent young boys was sentenced to 30 years for his crime. The 68-year-old will die in prison, alone and disgraced, and he went out on Tuesday with a disgusting, self-inflating speech in the courtroom, as some of his brave victims watched.

I’m glad he’s going to rot in jail, and I’m glad there were some young men heroic enough to tell the truth about what happened to them. And looking at Sandusky now, a year after the scandal first broke, I still get angry at what he was allowed to do at Penn State, when many knew of his deeds and let it go, all to protect King Football.

Dan Wetzel of Yahoo!, one of the best sports reporters in America right now, has a great column about Sandusky’s last day as a free man here.

The physical poetry of great movers. Joe Paterno, no longer even a little defensible. And the woman who will cuddle with you for a fee

One of the things that always has impressed me is excellence, no matter what kind.
I’m fascinated by people who simply do their jobs in an outstanding fashion, whether it’s street sweepers, clothing designers, or the dude who paints houses.
You don’t get to see excellence every day up close, so it’s important that you appreciate it while it’s happening. Least I think so.

In the midst of moving from one apartment in New York City to another last Thursday, I got to see some serious excellence: The moving company my fiance and I hired were beyond spectacular.
The three guys from Prestige Moving arrived early, mapped out a clear plan, and worked in perfect precision.

They had 3 stops to make: My place, my fiance’s place, and the storage unit we rented (Hey, you do the math: We were taking my 1-bedroom apartment and her 1-bedroom apt. and trying to cram all of our stuff into 1 one-bedroom apt. Wasn’t gonna happen. On the down side, we packed that 5×10 storage room to the absolute gills. On the plus side, now maybe we’ll be on Storage Wars one day!).
They also had to fight the midday NYC traffic. And yet … the whole move clocked in at four hours. I was amazed and astonished and whatever other word you want to use.  One guy always stayed in the truck unloading, while the other two moved back and forth.

It doesn’t sound all that impressive, but if you’ve had awful experiences with movers (like I’m sure you all have), it was a thing of beauty.

Moving is always stressful. These guys made it so much less so.

**Every day last week it seemed like more and more horrible revelations came out about former Penn State football coach Joe Paterno. And each day it seemingly got worse.

There was the news of emails between he and other Penn State administrators, pointing a finger at Paterno as the man who protected sex criminal Jerry Sandusky after investigations in 1998 AND 2001. (The bile rises in my mouth thinking about Paterno knowing in 1998 what his assistant had done, and continuing protecting him in a similar situation three years later).
Then there was the story about Paterno, knowing that a grand jury was investigating Sandusky in 2011, getting his contract changed in a more favorable matter.
Then there was the Freeh report on Friday, detailing even more examples of cover-up and obfuscation and plain negligence on behalf of Paterno.

I think finally, what last week’s avalanche of bad news for Paterno and his reputation did, was strip away any last vestiges of defense for the supporters of the deceased coach.
It’s pretty crystal clear that here was a man who raised millions of dollars for his university, and made a school in the hills of Pennsylvania internationally known. But this was also a man who aided and abetted a repeated child molester, and Paterno’s facade of integrity has been shattered.

He cared more about his reputation and his program’s reputation than about protecting innocent children from a disgusting sexual predator. TWICE Paterno had the opportunity to prevent further harm, and twice he did nothing.

An absolute freaking disgrace.

*Finally today, a job I’d like to have. A woman in Penfield, N.Y. named Jackie Samuel has started a new business called “The Snuggery,” in which, for $60, she will come over to your house and snuggle with you.

No sex allowed, just some nice, relaxing holding and cuddling. Samuel said she’s got a few clients so far, and that cuddling has been proved to relax people and lower blood pressure (it always has been enjoyable for me, though I’ve never paid for it).
While I think Samuel’s idea is a little strange (after all, this guy gives out hugs for free) I think anything that makes a person feel a little more loved is a good idea.

Newt Gingrich is about to blow up the Republican party. “The Descendants” is well worth your time. And a few final words on Joe Paterno

Newt, Newt, Newt. So much to say, so much time to say it, now that the biggest windbag this side of George Steinbrenner has won the South Carolina primary, and once again looks like he might, improbably, be the GOP nominee for President.
I’ve had a few days to digest the Rise of Newt, and a few quick thoughts on the last week of his rise:
— There’s no possible way Newt can sustain this; the man has nine eruptions a week, from his past and his present. Then again, nobody likes Mitt Romney. That’s been proven over and over again. So there’s that.
— Andrew Sullivan and other conservatives keep saying this: There’s no way Newt can win a general election. He’d be paying Delta hundreds of dollars in baggage fees, put it that way. So do the Florida voters, and the other primary states, feel so strongly about beating Obama that they’d hold their nose and vote for Mitt? Or are they so Tea Party-infused and blinded that they actually think Newt can beat that “black fella” in the Oval Office?
— Putting politics aside, it is wildly entertaining watching Gingrich at these debates. He’s just SO pompous and so disdainful of everyone else on stage, it’s hilarious.
— Finally, I’ll let a Twitterer named Jesse Taylor have the last word; he filed this right after Saturday’s debate.
“Given what South Carolina did tonight to keep a black man in office, I think they’ve atoned for any previous racism.”

**And now, as a palette-cleanser from King Newt, the beautiful farewell from Rep. Gabby Giffords of Arizona, who is resigning from Congress one year after her near-fatal shooting.

**Finally saw “The Descendants” last weekend. Every good thing I’d heard about it was true. George Clooney, who I see having a Paul Newman-like acting career (meaning he gets better and better with age; I could totally see Clooney starring in movies in his 70’s) was terrific as a father and a husband dealing with an unfaithful wife, a mouthy and unhappy teenage daughter, and an extended family counting on him to make a sound financial decision.

The cinematography is gorgeous (hey, it’s Hawaii, how ugly could they make it?), the acting is top-notch (Clooney’s teenage daughter, Shailene Woodley, is superb), and the movie never treats its audience with anything else than charm, wit, and emotion.

Go see “The Descendants.” It’ll be up for lots of Oscars, and will deserve more than a few.

**Finally today, think about this: What if Joe Paterno had died four months ago? What if the legendary Penn State football coach, maybe the greatest college coach of all time, passed away in mid-October, during another outstanding Nittany Lions season?
The obits that flowed like wins to Paterno’s program over the last four decades would’ve been universally positive. “Great coach, great man, philanthropic, stoic, won the right way,” etc.
But because this 85-year-old man didn’t die then, but after four months of absolutely image-shattering headlines, his obits all had caveats and references to his unspeakable silence while an assistant coach, Jerry Sandusky, molested boy after boy.

It’s a very complicated legacy, Joe Pa leaves. Too many will vilify him and all the good work he did in his life (read this beautiful story for a small slice of what Paterno was like) for what he didn’t do in the Sandusky case. And I don’t in any way absolve him of his sins in that matter.

But he was a giant among football coaches, maybe one of the greatest of all time. He gave so much money and time, and shaped so many men’s lives, and I’d hate to think any of that will be forgotten now.

One final thought: It’s incredible how fast Paterno’s life went downhill. From being fired, to the lung cancer diagnosis, to breaking his pelvis, to death, all in a little more than three months.

I know the wounds are still fresh over his inaction with Jerry Sandusky. But Paterno’s is a life that should be mourned, and (mostly) celebrated.

The Joe Paterno era ends in disgrace. The worst debating moment of all time. And blowing up your competition, literally.

**I don’t have much new to say about Joe Paterno this morning, except these quick thoughts:

— I think the Penn State Board of Trustees absolutely did the right thing by firing him Wednesday night.
— I think Paterno should, and will, go to his grave with the guilt of how many boys lives were shattered, after 2002, because he didn’t go to the police about Jerry Sandusky’s behavior.
— I think I cannot for the life of me understand what, exactly, PSU students were rallying and rioting about last night in State College. Were they rioting in support of a legendary coach who enabled a child molester? Rioting just because they could? Despicable.
— Finally, I find it stunning that as of now the Penn State assistant, Mike McQueary, who saw Sandusky assaulting a boy in the locker room gets to remain on the coaching staff as of now.

What an awful, awful situation. Anyone who wastes a thought in sympathy for Paterno ought to use that brain power to spare some thoughts for the defenseless victims of Jerry Sandusky.

**Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes it’s so easy. I don’t even need to say anything to you to set up this clip of Texas Governor Rick Perry last night, as he tried to answer a question.

I think Time.com blogger Adam Sorensen put it best: “Watching Rick Perry fail to recall the third part of his own answer in tonight’s debate was like watching a thoroughbred get euthanized on the track. It was shocking, grisly and impossible to look away. ”

Yep, that about covers it.

**Finally, when your business is losing out to a competitor, there are a few things you can do: Improve your product. Advertise more.
Or, you know, burn down the other guy’s store.
Two Domino’s Pizza managers in Lake City, Fla. decided they needed to do something drastic to stop a local Papa John’s from stealing their customers: So they torched the place.
Bryan Sullivan and Sean Davidson, take your place in the stupid criminal Hall of Fame. Congrats, boys.
And here’s the kicker, fellas: Even when it’s set on fire, Papa John’s pizza still tastes better than Domino’s.

The Jets are back. Giants, too. A disgusting story out of Penn State. And a fabulous “Goodfellas” parody

Well well, looks like we’ve got a little race in the AFC East again.
Looking nothing like the frauds who lost three straight games in September and October, my beloved New York Jets kicked some serious ass Sunday.
After spending the first half trying really hard to keep the Buffalo Bills in the game, with the boys in green blowing chance after chance, the Jets dominated the second half and won easily, 27-11.
Man that was fun to watch. And thanks to my good friends the New York Giants pulling a stunner up in Foxboro (more on them in a minute) the Jets have an incredible shot next Sunday night, against New England at the Big Snoopy (that’s what I’m calling MetLife Stadium, think it’ll catch on?) to take control of the division race.
Wow. Some quick thoughts after this one:
— The Jets’ D was huge, shutting down a very good offense. Bart Scott and David Harris both made some fantastic plays, and once again Darrelle Revis was fabulous in the secondary.
— Mark Sanchez, you once again make me crazy. You play great on the first drive, get ’em all the way down inside the 10, then throw a terrible interception. Then you fumble a snap. But in the second half, you were fabulous, making every big throw. He could be SO good, this Sanchez guy, but he’s just not there yet.
— Dustin Keller, please keep your feet on the ground so you don’t kill yourself. Thank you.
Other NFL thoughts on a wild day in the league, as usual…
— What a huge upset by the Giants, going up to Foxboro and beating the Pats, 24-20, with (stop me if you’ve heard this before) a great last-minute drive by Eli Manning. OK, it wasn’t the Super Bowl, but still, that’s a hell of a victory.
— Green Bay’s offense > any other offense in the last 10 years in the NFL.
— Hey Oakland fans, how’s that Carson Palmer thing working out? It’s a mad, mad world when the Bengals are in first place and their front-office made a smart move.
— How the hell are the Bengals 6-2 and the 49ers 7-1????
— Finally, this is one of the best punt returns you’ll ever see. Arizona’s Patrick Peterson, a 99-yard beauty in OT, as called by a Spanish announcer.

**This is one of the most disturbing stories I’ve ever heard. Jerry Sandusky, a former longtime assistant coach at Penn State under Joe Paterno, has been charged by a grand jury with sexually abusing eight boys over a 15-year period.
What’s almost as awful is that officials at Penn State apparently knew about Sandusky’s behavior and DID NOT report him to legal authorities.
Joe Paterno has had a legendary career as a head coach at Penn State, and scandal has never truly touched him. So far,  it doesn’t look like Paterno is charged with any wrongdoing.

But man, these things have a way of mushrooming and enveloping everyone involved. So we’ll see.

**I’m a huge “Goodfellas” fan, as I think all right-thinking people should be. And if you know Scorsese’s classic, you know one of the most famous scenes in movie history is when Henry Hill takes Karen out on a date to the Copacabana club in New York City, and the camera follows them for one incredible shot as Henry walks through the kitchen glad-handing everyone on the way in.

ESPN’s “Pardon the Interruption” show just celebrated its 9th anniversary and did a fabulous parody of the scene. Here’s the original scene, and above is the incredible ESPN version. Love it!