We love ya Joe, but it’s time to go

There are two memories of legendary Penn State coach Joe Paterno that I will take to the grave.
The first occurred in 1987, the night after Paterno won his second national championship with a stunning 14-10 upset of Miami in the Fiesta Bowl. I was dumbstruck by the sight of Paterno — nattily dressed in a dark blue suit, his hair still jet black — walking out the hotel lobby and into the Arizona night with his wife, Sue, a glowing vision in a red dress, on his arm.

He was a champion in every sense of the word.