I face a moral dilemma today worthy of Aristotle. The Great Satan takes his beleaguered troops to Happy Valley to face Penn State. Obviously, cheering for Michigan is out of the question. But as a Mountaineer I've always disliked Penn State, a distaste only augmented back in the mid-1990s when I read that Joe Paterno had attended Newt Gingrich's birthday party (I generally try not to mix politics and sports, because they don't mix, but I thought that going out of his way to make so public a pro-Gingrich declaration was pushing the envelope).
So what do I do? And how did Penn State suddenly get so good again? Pisses me off.
