DAD, BOWLING, T-BONE STEAK AND GOING TO NOTRE DAME

(Me note: Google doesn't save everything, although a process has to involve something be available for Google. That wasn't the case apparently on June 15, 2003, when this column ran, on Father's Day).



    Every Friday night, during the season, for years, it was a  simple routine.
    Leave around 6 o'clock, drive for five minutes to East York  (Pa.) Bowling Lanes, and race around and annoy adults for about the  next three hours.
    Dad bowled; I played. He'd get done around 9:30, and we'd  go home, he'd put a T-bone on the stove, and we'd watch "Love,  American Style" or "The Odd Couple." Or we'd go over to the home of  Ed Bell, a bowling teammate and co-worker at Standard Register, for a  little while.
    When I eventually started bowling, the goal naturally was  to employ the same style he did: curl the pinky into the palm and flip  the ball out toward the right gutter and it would hook into the pocket.  It was like a slow curve in baseball rather than a slider.
    He mastered it. I didn't, and had to adjust. Still, I did bowl a  205 when I was about 12.
    It's Father's Day, and I think of bowling, but that's not all.

NCAA can go too far in dealing with Penn State

    Penn State officials have broken a lot of hearts in the past few months, past few decades, with their historic mishandling of a life situation.
    It's likely they broke some laws along the way.
    And as despicable as the action and inaction have been, that the NCAA is barging in, sort of, is debatable.
    Maybe it's just the talk of the death penalty that's unnerving. Fortunately, that will be just talk. When we're told on Monday what the NCAA is handing out, it will be severe and leave bruises, as it should. It won't be the death penalty, and it shouldn't be.