uphere?â But the long walks he likes are opportunities for contemplation, not nature loving.
To the friendly, accommodating, slow-moving Pennsylvania German natives, the coachâs impatient, direct, argumentative natureââexcessively focused and seriousâ is how his late brother once described itâoften seems grating, excessive, foreign.
Paterno, as generations of players will tell you, is extremely verbal. Watch him on the sideline. As he roams nervously throughout games, his mouth rarely stops. He talks with and yells at whomever he happens to be nearâassistant coaches, players, officials. Away from the field, he flatters and jokes with waitresses, fans, cops, neighbors, and parents. And heâs accumulated a sizable collection of stories that heâll retell at the slightest provocation.
One of the few times when anyone can recall the coach being silent for an extended period also marked the moment when he might have come closest to abandoning his profession.
On a September 23, 1967, bus ride back from Annapolis, Maryland, Paterno arrived at a psychological crossroads. After just eleven games as the Nittany Lionsâ head coach, all the plans and dreams he had formulated in sixteen seasons as Rip Engleâs assistant were evaporating in a haze of mediocrity. His best coaching attributesâcompetitiveness, a fierce drive, a need to excelâhad turned inward and were devouring him.
Normally, during long postgame journeys, he would rehash the game with the other coaches. That day, his hair disheveled, his mood sour, Paterno stared aimlessly out a window near the front of the bus for most of the 150-mile trip. What provoked the gloomy silence was the teamâs 23â22 loss to Navy earlier that Saturday. Paterno had been embarrassed. âThe shabbiest game Iâd ever been a part of,â he later called it.
With fifty-seven seconds left in the Nittany Lionsâ season opener at NavyâMarine Corps Memorial Stadium, Midshipman Rob Taylor had caught a 16-yard touchdown pass. Taylorâs catch was his school-record tenth of the game. Penn Stateâs defense had surrendered 489 yards to smaller, less-talented opponents.
Paternoâs record as head coach was 5â6. Maybe he had made amistake. Maybe he should have listened to his parents and gone to law school. Maybe he didnât belong at Penn State.
âI was having my doubts,â said Paterno of that trip. âWe were terrible.â
Back in Pennsylvania, there had been some grumbling. Fans moaned about Paterno, questioned his credentials. He had never been a head coach before and it showed. He had come in with a bunch of big ideas and lots of talk. But where were the results? Look at what happened when the Nittany Lions played the big boys in 1966. They had lost to Michigan State, 42â8; to UCLA, 49â11; and to Georgia Tech, 21â0. Now 1967 had begun with a loss to Navy. Maybe he wasnât the right man for the job. Maybe he was meant to be an assistant.
His players werenât thrilled either. Dennis Onkotz, one of a talented group of sophomores Paterno had recruited before his first year, wondered why he and the rest of the outstandng defenders from the previous seasonâs freshmen team stayed on the bench while Navy rolled up close to 500 yards. Cocaptain Bill Lenkaitis said those early players âwerenât real crazyâ about Paternoâs perfectionist demands. âIf he didnât like the way we were practicing,â said Lenkaitis, âheâd make us start practice over.â
The practices that followed the loss at Navy were painfulâparticularly for some of the upperclassmen. Paterno, it turned out, was thinking like Onkotz. In the silence of that bus ride from Annapolis, he had rejected the thought of quitting and instead formulated a strategy. He was going to put aside his penchant for playing upperclassmen and turn to his younger, more
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