One of the best days of my life was when my Nitter brother was visiting me in NZ. He thought it would mess with me if he wore PSU clothing literally every day he was here. The Sandusky thing broke while he was here, as did the firing of JoePa. He literally had no other clothing except for PSU gear, and he was so in denial he just rationalized how it was all a conspiracy. His poor wife had to deal with him in complete tin-foil hat denial, and me just bashing at him the whole time. I found out by my son texting me telling me that JoePa had been fired. We were sitting in a pub in Queenstown having lunch. I told this to my brother and he just kind of lost it, calling me and my son a liar. I had the bartender put ESPN on the TV, and there it was. It was glorious.
We went on a guided fly fishing outing the next day, and he just could not function. He's a good fisherman. There were sighted rainbows in clear fast water. He just couldn't cast, couldn't detect the take, couldn't strike. It's like he didn't care. I just reflected while looking at the beautiful snow capped mountains that JoePa had ruined my brother's trip (which should have been his best day of fishing ever) and I think actually kind of ruined my brother. Everything he believed to be true was a lie. He didn't accept it at that juncture, but he knew it.
That day actually negatively affected our relationship. I hope that James Franklin sinks them deep enough that we can patch it back up and he can come to the realisation that I am right and always was.
My son was talking about that day today as he saw the news about the PSU atrocities coming to light. He noted that he hasn't seen his uncle since that fateful trip.