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Laser Focus: The Chilllllllllldren

Posted on September 20, 2012 Written by The Nittany Turkey

I set out to write this earlier, but then I got cranked up about my encounter with DirecTV, which was to have been a lead-in paragraph for this post but became a post of its own due to festering anger momentum.

So, reel me in, already. I’m here to write about Penn State.

Oops, I feel another rant coming and I can’t control it. Damn!

“[The trustees] don’t want to put these victims, who have been through so much already, through anything more in terms of what we need to do to get it resolved.” —Karen Peetz, Chair, PSU BOT

Have you noticed that some of the inflammatory web sites out there whose names I shall not mention that go off on the Freeh report and the Surmas and all of that stuff have issues with loosely couched representations replete with words like “obviously”, “clearly”, mixed with “seems to point to”, and — that favorite of my family — “I’m pretty sure that…”? Don’t you get the same feeling that I do — when you’re at those sites, you’re essentially walking into a barroom bullshit conversation about the Penn State scandal where hyperbole reigns supreme and nobody is holding anybody else to journalistic standards that differentiate fact from opinion? These sites don’t even exhibit tabloid levels of journalistic integrity.

It seems to this Turkey that the purpose of those sites, as I mention, is to inflame, not to inform. While I don’t doubt that the Surmas wield considerable power, and Tom Corbett is a power monger, it doesn’t do these people’s causes any good — and we haven’t yet figured out precisely where they think they’re heading with all this flaptrap yapping — to lead readers to believe that they stand on authoritative ground when they’re so easily caught being journalistically lazy.

I think the people who are doing most of the squawking, calling upon the rest of us to join them in their casus belli, fit into a few distinct categories, which I shall propose below.

  1. Those who merely want to see Joe Paterno’s name cleared
  2. Those who suspect a grand, statewide conspiracy to divert negative attention from Governor Tom Corbett and his henchmen
  3. Those who have an agenda of their own, such as publishing a book
  4. Those who think that if they present enough “facts”, the NCAA will mitigate their sanctions against Penn State. I shall label this category “Imbeciles”.

About Category Four, do any of you really think that the NCAA will change its mind about punishing PSU? (I can hear you saying, “Well, bla bla bla, if Curley and Schultz are found not guilty and we bring more information to light about the misrepresentations and inaccuracies in the Freeh report and we get a few trustees to resign and and and…” Warm, steaming bullshit! Ain’t gonna happen. Yes, I know, you’re asking what the hell I know that makes me an authority on what the NCAA will do. Nothing. I know nothing—except that Penn State signed a consent decree that agreed to the punishments without qualification, and without the right to appeal. There are no “rights”! Erickson signed them away when he inscribed his Rod-E on the decree. So, if you’re hoping for some redemption in this area, fuggedaboudit!

I’ve stated my opinion that if the NCAA were to mitigate any of Penn State’s sentence at all, it would be the vacated wins, which were arbitrary, capricious, and vindictive. Of course, all those adjectives wouldn’t come up if the win vacation was ever rescinded. Most likely, it won’t happen at all, but if it does, they’ll wait until Bobby Bowden goes to that great dadgum press box in the sky and the other PSU sanctions have run their course.

Just my opinion, and you know what they say about opinions.

You don’t? Okay, I’ll tell you: Opinions are like assholes. Everyone’s got to have one and they all stink.

However, it is when opinion is represented as fact that it gets dangerous. Perhaps this tendency stems from Washington, which enjoys deluding voters with “truth” that is 180 degrees out of phase with reality. At the very least, when caught by the reader, factual inaccuracies destroy the writer’s credibility in the mind of the reader, thus defeating the central purpose of the inflammatory sites — to be believed.

And why can’t they pay some attention to grammar? These are supposedly Penn State grads who should be able to write complete sentences in which words are spelled correctly. What’s that you say? It’s not the paint job on the car but the engine under the hood? Bullshit! If you want to be believed, write grammatically and factually sound essays. Learn the difference between “its” and “it’s”. And learn how to spell Pittsburgh!

A really easy, albeit somewhat inconsequential and innocuous misrepresentation of fact that I’ll blame on journalistic laziness appeared in that same post in the site whose name I wasn’t going to mention. In a LISTSERV email to Penn State lettermen subscribers, Pittsburg [sic] dentist and PSU alumnus Vic Surma is whining about Paterno’s treatment of pet players, presumably ones who were mission critical:

“As of last year, Dan connroy [sic] another stud linebacker was convicted of heinous phone calls to a mentally challenged coach , can you think of anything more vile? What did Paterno do? suspend him for three games against 3 virtual high school teams? Get a grip. We’re dealing wioth [sic] a corrupt society hidden in the hills of PA. for 40 years.”

Our champion of clearing Joe’s name, the lazy journalist, chose to impugn Vic Surma’s statement about Connor by relying on some vague memories, I suppose, because his “clarification” was factually inaccurate:

“Certainly not Dan Conroy (sic) Connor. Connor was upset with linebacker coach Joe Sarra  who is not mentally challenged and Vic Surma claims Dan was not punished enough.”

I see where you’re going with this, Mr. Journalistically Lazy, and before we get there, I have to correct some of your implicit assumptions. Sarra had already retired from his job as a position coach two months before Connor started his immature little prank calling campaign against him. In a response to a direct question back in November 2011, Connor Tweeted:

“I pranked [sic] called Sarra because he was a crazy guy who would hang around stadium. Dumb/Jerk move by me.”

Remember that Connor’s calls and suspension took place in 2005. By the time he tweeted the above, in 2011, he had presumably matured a bit, and was playing in the NFL.

Sarra was a good friend of Joe Paterno. Joe was completely outraged about Connor’s voyage to the moronosphere. Was a three game suspension enough? Remember, Connor’s offense was not insubordination against a superior, an active position coach, but immaturity in abrogating proper off-campus decorum. He was not the only player involved in sardonically clowning around with Sarra. Not only was Connor suspended, but also the other two players, Jim Kanuch and Nolan McCready.

Of course, here’s where our old friend Vicky Triponey rears her lovely head. (How I love to digress into all things Vicky!) The Judicial Affairs office ordered Connor to perform 20 hours of community service and exacted upon him a 10-day deferred expulsion. (Whatever the hell that might be!) In time, both sentences were reduced. There was, of course, speculation that Paterno had intervened. He never admitted it, but in response to questions about it, he did say that frequently misbehaving players deserved a second chance.

Back to the three-game suspension, the three games Connor missed — high school teams, as Surma called them — were South Florida, Cincinnati, and Central Michigan. Connor returned for the B1G schedule that year as a sophomore, playing behind Poz. He was not yet a “stud linebacker”, but he would become one in his junior and senior years, long after he had learned his lesson about maturity.

See? That was fun. I remember most of that, but I dug up information to fill the gaps from readily available sources. Screwing up a minor point like this can impugn one’s credibility with some readers to the extent that the major point is lost. So, spend some time and get it right.

And please learn how to spell Pittsburgh.

 

Well, we’re sure as hell in Rant Mode, aren’t we today? This Turkey has been having some pretty interesting brainal reactions to weighing the emotional anchor of Effexor this week. I’m suddenly bursting with energy. Beware! I just might bore the hell out of you!

Dadgum it, I digress Bowdenoulsly.

Back to the Laser Focus, already!

Penn State President Rod Erickson has been hard at work lately, at least within the past one day, trying to create a methodology for dealing with victim compensation in the Sandusky scandal. He has retained the law firm of Ken Feinberg, famous for having run the 9/11 compensation fund, to arbitrate claims and resolve pending litigation.

******

Erickson also conducted an open session for students on Wednesday, allowing them to ask question about anything that popped into their heads. Naturally, the NCAA sanctions were still way the hell up there on the list.

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The NCAA has appointed a so-called task force to provide oversight (in other words, put the clamps on) over Penn State’s distribution of the $60 million fine assessed to it.

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Could the Penn State Board of Trustees soon be under investigation for improper handling of the NCAA sanctions against Penn State? Hmmmm, perhaps, maybe.

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Lawyers for Tim Curley and Gary Schultz have asked the courts to try their clients separately.

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A pro-Joe billboard has popped up in State College near the intersection of Pugh and Beaver.

******

 

Hey, I think that’s it for today. I’ll be back, of course, for my preview and prediction for the forthcoming Temple game. I’ll try not to be too last-minutey with it.

 

 

 

 

 

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Filed Under: Penn State Football, Penn State Scandal Tagged With: board of trustees, journalistic integrity, Sandusky Scandal

Fun with DirecTV

Posted on September 20, 2012 Written by The Nittany Turkey

DirecTV
Now, if we could only solve the damn rain fade problems we encounter during Florida thunderstorm season…

Hey, I’m over the imaginary flu, so the lapse in posting is officially done. But before I get back to football, I want to rant for a while—and what better subject to rant about than my favorite satellite TV service, DirecTV?

Yesterday morning, I spent an hour on the phone with DirecTV, trying to order one of their newfangled HR-34 Home Media Center DVRs that allow one to record five programs simultaneously. This is a “must” for football season.

All I wanted to do was get them to send me the new DVR in a box and I would self-install it. But no, moaned the human robot I finally reached after six minutes of struggling with the menu system, “this product requires professional installation.”

Because I was getting annoyed, the human robot went the appeasement route. “I can offer you $100 off the price of the HR-34.” OK, fine. So send it to me in a box. “We can’t do that, Sir. The product requires professional installation.” (Yeah, well what if I got it from Solid Signal, a third-party seller of DirecTV equipment? I could install it myself, but they wouldn’t give me the $100 off, so I was ready to captitulate — almost. I asked how much in total I was going to pay. The answer was a number that was approximately the undiscounted amount for the HR-34 plus sales tax.

“WAIT!! You didn’t take off my $100!” I groused, fully into annoyed curmudgeon mode, “What’s the deal?”

The human robot responded that she did indeed take off my $100, but she had to add $49 for professional installation and another $49 for something that was lost in the bright splash of red that obscured not only my vision but also every other one of my geriatrically impaired senses.

“WHAT???? You took off $100 and then added back $98 for services I don’t want???? What the hell!?!?!?!?” 

I know. Professional installation is required. I’m going to need to have professional installation of pressure relief valves for the damn steam coming out of my damn ears, already!

I’ve had eighteen years’ experience installing and configuring DirecTV stuff and I regularly read their installers’ message board to bring my knowledge up to date when new products, services, and techniques are introduced. I also have, um, thirty-some years experience in all aspects of computer networking because I’ve worked at KEF Media for a considerable amount of time. I can handle this installation. If only my mama on the phone would grant me the forbearance…

“Why is professional installation required?” I asked all too calmly. “Why can’t I just do it myself?”

“To make sure it’s done correctly,” saith the human robot. “This is a complex installation.”

My ass.

“OK!! I can see I’m getting nowhere with you. I’m not paying for installation services I don’t want or need!! If you don’t relent on this issue, then I’m hanging up and you won’t be selling me the HR-34 or the extra $6 per month fee that goes with it.”

She then offered to take off the other, unexplained $49 that I was too busy bursting cranial arteries to have comprehended.

“Thanks. Now would you please escalate this thing to someone who can make some decisions around here? I just want you to send the damn thing to me in a box at the price you offered, without the so-called ‘professional’ installer who doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground showing up at my door.”

My anger was abating—slightly.

“I’m going to transfer to someone who can help you. One moment, please.”

A new human robot got on the line and confirmed my account details.

I should tell you at this point that after haven taken Effexor for a couple of years I’ve recently gotten off all this class of SSRI/SNRI type drugs, which are anti-depressant mood levelers. So, now, for the first time in recent history, I can get mad, or did you not notice?

And by this time, 45 minutes into a simple order call, I was seriously pissed off!

“What can I do for you today, Mr. Goldfrab?”

(Mispronouncing my last name is not something you can do for me today or any other day, if you know what’s good for you.)

“That’s Goldfarb — F-A-R-B, got it?”

“Yes, Mr. Goldfrab. What can I do for you today? I see you’re ordering an HR-34.”

“Yes I am—trying to, anyway!” I told her, with as much patience and level-headedness as I could muster. “I just want the HR-34, in a box, on my doorstep, without the so-called professional accompanying it. That’s all. And I want it for the price that was originally committed, with the $100 discount and no add-ons for stuff I don’t want.”

“That $100 discount shouldn’t have been given to you, as we have no promotions for this equipment. Furthermore, professional installation is required, so we have to do it th—”

[Sound of cork blowing in background.]

“What??? We’re moving backwards here! Now you don’t want to even give me the discount? What kind of crap is that???”

“If you’d let me finish, I was going to tell you that I would give you the $100 and I would also waive the $49 fee for professional installation, but an installer has to deliver the equipment to you. You can tell him you’re going to install it yourself and tell him to leave without doing anything, just as long as you sign his work ticket.”

Now, we’re cooking! The red veil that had been obscuring my vision was suddenly lifting.

“Hmmm,” I said. “I think you’ve got a deal. You’ve successfully calmed me down. I’m grateful.”

“Not a problem, Mr. Goldfrab!” 

I decided that I would let the name slight slide. Discretion is the better part of value—I mean valor.

“And since I see that you’ve been a valuable customer of DirecTV for 18 years, I’m going to give you a $100 discount on this year’s NFL Sunday Ticket®. I’ll also give you a credit of $20 per month for a year. Is that acceptable, Mr. Goldfrab?”

I was dumbfounded. Now, they’re giving me valuable consideration I didn’t even have to pry out of them!

“Absolutely. Thank you!”

She then scheduled the “professional installation” for Friday and told me that I would have to confirm the details with a third-party. (I’m not sure why they do that. It’s their policy to have someone with an almost inscrutable accent from the Maldives or some other cheap labor outsourcing place ask questions about the order that was just placed, essentially looking over the shoulder of whoever the regular American person was who interacted with the customer.)

“I’ll transfer you now. Have a wonderful day, Mr. Goldfrab!”

All’s well that ends well, name slight notwithstanding. The call took just about exactly an hour. Moreover, as long as the “professional” installer they send isn’t an ignorant slob like the last one they sent, I’ll actually let him do a free “professional installation.”

Then I’ll clean up after him, eradicating the shoddiness and the shortcuts, as always.

Persistence pays with DirecTV, which has always maintained a certain entrepreneurial bent in dealing with customers. Negotiation is entirely possible with this satellite TV company;  if you want to save money, you should bargain hard during each encounter. They’ll throw some hurdles in your path, but you should ignore them and tell them what you want. You wont be sorry.

I hope I don’t have to deal with them again for a while. And I wish they would turn down the damn volume on their commercials!

EPILOGUE

The professional installer showed up on time on the appointed day. I explained to him that it would be his easiest installation of the day, in that it was so simple that I would be glad to do it myself—in fact,  I would prefer it that way. But he was a nice guy and he demonstrated knowledge of the subject, so I let him do it. All 15 minutes of it.

Of course, the order taker(s) had screwed up the order. Par for the course. Yeah, they got the HR-34 part right, but the order was written as if I had an AVU TV I wanted to hook up and it said nothing about my turning in the old HR-20 in exchange for the HR-34. So, the 15-minute installation turned into a 30-minute installation by virtue of the installer’s need to contact the dispatcher.

I now await the current bill, so I can determine whether the supervisor babe gave me all the credits she had offered. You have to watch these people. In my 18-year history with DirecTV, I might have had a rare order that didn’t get screwed up in some manner, but I sure as hell can’t remember it!

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The Imaginary Flu

Posted on September 19, 2012 Written by The Nittany Turkey

Ouch!
Ouch!

(The Turkey is impaired, so the next two issues of the football columns will be delayed for a day or so until the imagined ailment abates.)

So it’s like this. Being a so-called “senior” (in other words, old fart), I fit into some kind of high-risk category for getting the flu and dying from it if I get it. This being the onset of flu season, I was determined to stay ahead of the proverbial curve, as usual, by dropping into the nearest Minute Clinic in a CVS pharmacy. (I’m giving them a free plug because they have their act together. I’ve been going there for years. My doc appreciates it, as he doesn’t have to stock influenza vaccine, and I appreciate it because it is as close to a commodity priced medical care model as we are likely to get.)

Well, every year, I get a flu shot and every year, I imagine that I have the flu. This year, I qualify for the “high-dose” shot, which means that my imagination is running wild. Now, I have an imaginary high dose of the flu.

Wait, but that’s not all! I decided to get a Tdap immunization in the other arm. The nurseperson told me that his arm was sore for a couple of days after receiving this shot, so that’s no big deal. Tdap is tetanus, pertussis, diptheria, and I don’t know what the “a” is. I’m too lazy to look it up in Wikipedia, but people make stuff up in there, too, so why would I believe it anyway?

(Okay, you talked me into it. I checked the CDC site, and unless it’s a Washington conspiracy in action, T is for Tetanus, DA is for DiphtheriA, and P is for Pertussis. That last one is whooping-cough, which is what whooping cranes get when they breath our polluted air flying from Wisconsin to Florida every year. What the hell does that have to do with me? I sure as hell don’t know, but I digress.)

Now, I am obviously in the throes of lockjaw, and I’m beginning to cough a lot. I think that there’s a membrane forming in my throat. On top of the joint and muscle aches of influenza, I’m a basket case.

But there’s more. I recently decided to get off the mood stabilizer I had been taking (Effexor), which made me a zombie without the ability to eat brains to recharge mine. Being a weanie [sic],  I weaned myself off the nasty antidepressant as per the prescribed procedure. The side effects of doing so were to have been “brain shocks”, but I have experienced only one. I now wonder, though. While taking the stuff, caffeine barely worked on me. I could fall asleep on my desk at 10:00 a.m., which wasn’t hard because I was up most of the night. Now, off the stuff, my mood is no longer stable, and caffeine puts me right through the ceiling. So, I’m now an energetic influenza case with a cough and lockjaw and an occasional brain shock, unless I’m mistaking it for a brain fart.

But that’s not all. My girlfriend is pissed off at me because I — well, because I’m me. That one, I don’t think I imagined. I love her dearly, but she has no patience for me being me. So, I’m now a lonely old fart with influenza, a cough, lockjaw, brain farts, and enough energy to have worked two days straight on projects around the house.

What’s worse, I just read that I’m likely to develop geriatric autism from the thimerosol preservatives in the vaccines, because the whackos on the Internet say so. Oy vey! It’s mercury already! Like in my Star-Kist! Sorry, Charlie!

I’m getting bad at remembering stuff, which means I must have Alzheimer’s. So now, I’m a —

Never mind. This is beginning to sound like the Twelve Days of Imaginary Hypochondriacal Christmas.

I’m taking my damn imaginary flu to bed.

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