In the first place, I'm praying I wake up from this nightmare real quick.
But it's now been going on for over twenty hours since I fell asleep yesterday at the mall while waiting for my wife to finish shopping, only to open my eyes and turned to my Loyalty site..... and see this!
..... I was hoping I was either still asleep and dreaming this horrible mess, or maybe worse, I am in a comma and my only hope is that I will come out of it in time to watch TSJ introduced in the starting lineups of tonight's game.
This is gonna get real messy if it hasn't already been messy enough. I think I have read all of the nearly seven hundred comments, and I may be repeating something that's already been said, but I must have missed if it has. Anyway, the "gonna get messy" part will be when the multitude of attendees at the bar that night who know more about all of this than anyone else, come forward in defense of their friend, Terrence Edward Shannon Jr. They were there, they witnessed, if not all of it, surely the part where she willingly (or unwillingly) went into a dark corner with him or whatever. Now for the sake if sounding like I'm excusing the incident as anything less than what it was, I am just left to wonder, what was it that happened, and how did it get to the point of what the accuser said took place? (*Note: more on that later; see below.)
Hers's a thought; if I was a hunk superstar, and I see a beautiful lady that I'd like to meet, and when I did, it would be on the top of my mind, wrong or right, to want to kiss her. One might think sparks could fly and the next thing I'm thinking is, well she must like this and then one thing leads to the next and before you know it, the sparks turned into quite a little fire, ready to progress further. She maybe knew in her heart it was wrong. He maybe knew in his heart it was wrong. But by now the fire is blazing. How do you put out a blazing fire? Cold water would help. My question is: why was there no one there to pour cold water on the fire? (*Note: For more on that, see below.)
Now, I'm not a Sociologist, or the son of a Sociologist but I probably could have used one when I was that age, and here's the thing; I'm just saying, this is how many relationships begin, that end up lasting for several minutes or a one night stand, or the rest of our lives. At least that's how I remember it used to be in the good old days in the 70's and 80's. Probably even going back since Adam first saw his "future" wife Eve. I'm sure it hasn't changed.
*Now my last point is this. How much governing or protection or security do these superstars need? None? I hope Josh and Brad, if they didn't know the pitfalls of superstardom before now, they will never forget. TSJ should have never been alone to fall into this temptation. There should have been at least one, if not two, football players of high moral fiber, staying glued to his hip to prevent this from happening. There are millions of dollars at stake for everyone, from TSJ himself, to Brad the Coach, to Josh the AD, to the University at large, even down to the pay for service bloggers and the concessions among numerous others. This should never happen. There's too many lives that can be ruined. Too much money lost.
SMH with saddness.
We'll now get to see just how much depth we really have in this year's team. And how much chemistry, and how much heart.
We can still go far. We must rise to the occasion of this latest unforseen challenge.
Go Illini.