Up in Pennsylvania, prison officials are assessing the needs of Jerry Sandusky, the erstwhile assistant coach of the football team at the state college. For his heinous deeds molesting countless young men, he will be locked up for the next 30-60 years, and for a man of 68 years, that's pretty much forever.
You have to figure that one of these mornings, he will wake up and realize that this is it for him: every day until he leaves this earth he will remain locked away from anyone else whom he might otherwise harm.
He will be working for pennies a day performing clerical tasks around the prison. He will be allowed to purchase a prison-approved television ($200) and hook it up to prison-supplied cable tv ($15/month) so he can catch PSU football games. He will be dressed in prison garb. He will have five visits per month from friends and family, but no conjugal visits. He will be among the general population, with no special plans for segregating him from the rapists, murderers and other members of life's lower strata. Even they look down on a person with "short eyes," convict slang for a child molester.
He continues to insist that he is innocent, that all he was doing was "horsing around" with these young men that he just had to shower with, so great was his affection for them. An endless parade of young men came to trial, and there were others who chose not to testify, and yet this Sandusky's only regret is that his defense team didn't come up with enough lies to fool the jury, the judge and the world.
I think it was noteworthy to point out that his wife, who tried to run over a TV reporter who was standing at the edge of the Sandusky driveway this summer, showed up at the sentencing hearing the other day, but had nothing to say. All along, she had denied that anything improper happened with her husband - a man who told young men to call him "The Tickle Monster" - and those victims.
Perhaps she grew tired of protesting his innocence. Or, perhaps she woke up one morning and saw there was none.