My Soapbox

Have you ever cried for joy after a sack? Have you ever stood in line for countless hours in a cold November rain for better seats to a game for which you’ve already had a ticket for months? Have you ever woken up at 4:00am on a Saturday to stand in a parking lot all day? Has a photo of golden elms ever reminded you of your first love? Have you ever gotten chills after seeing cardboard numbers that total more than 9 million? Have you ever studied in a library named after a man who technically had nothing to do with academics? Have you ever walked past a statue of that same man on a cold Tuesday morning in March and smiled? Have you ever taken a picture of a small tan Rancher because it felt like Mecca? Have you ever stood frozen in place while looking up at a majestic bell tower on a crisp winter afternoon? Have you ever had the urge to scream two simple words and expect a response from 20,000 others? Have you ever taken a longer detour than necessary to catch a glimpse of a feline statue because you couldn’t imagine not doing so? Have you ever finally replaced an old faded ball cap with the exact same ball cap because you can’t bring yourself to change it? Have you ever sung “May no act of ours bring shame” and truly meant it? Have you ever walked across the stage in BJC and cried for joy because you accomplished what others told you was impossible and at the same time cried for sorrow because the best chapter of your life was closing? Have you ever considered an otherwise complete stranger to be your friend because of a paw print bumper sticker? Have you ever had trouble opening a letter because you knew its contents would grant you access to everything you had worked for? Have you ever attended a class at what has repeatedly been named the greatest University in multiple facets? Have you ever stood in line for hours for a plain vanilla ice cream cone? Have you ever gone through your t-shirt drawer and realized 75+% were accumulated in a four-year span? Have you ever spent your entire life trying to make something of yourself because nothing was handed to you free and then had people you’ve never met try to tarnish one of your greatest achievements? Have you ever stood for everything you thought was right and had the carpet blindly pulled out from under you?

If you can’t answer a vast majority of these questions in the affirmative, you are NOT Penn State.

If you can’t answer a vast majority of these questions in the affirmative, what right do you have to attack MY alma mater? What right do you have to disgrace an entire community for the acts of a few? What right do you have to throw one of the greatest institutions in the world under the bus and piss on its greatest benefactor? What right do you have to verbally stone a man you’ve never met; a man who’s dedicated his life for what he believed was right; a man with more moral conviction than you could ever possibly imagine?

If you can’t answer a vast majority of these questions in the affirmative, save your opinion articles for when someone actually asks for them. Save your words for a topic on which you actually have enough knowledge to intelligently comment.

If you can’t answer a vast majority of these questions in the affirmative, then this is not for you:

We Are…

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2 Responses to My Soapbox

  1. George says:

    After all that has been written and said in the past few weeks, I just found your site and read “My Soapbox”

    PHENOMENAL

    Thank you for speaking out . . .

    WE ARE!

  2. Doug Haas says:

    Well, I not only went to Penn State, but I graduated. A whole lot less of the graduates.

    But i guess I am not the fan you are.

    The last few years it has been hard to watch. They have not been very good. Sorry.

    Doug Haas

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