I’ve always genuinely considered myself a kind, loving man and have never truly disliked anyone in my whole life until now. All that changed in the fall of 2011, when I suddenly found myself hating Jerry Sandusky, the former defensive coordinator of football at Pennsylvania State University—where I served as head coach. Needless to say, I felt a burning, overriding need to reveal the no-holds-barred, never-before-told details here for the first-time ever. As many people can very well imagine, this marked a critical and necessary time for me to come forward with the truth. The best and most obvious way to get these disturbing details out was through the publication that you’re reading now. This way, the selfish and mindless press would be unable to distort or misquote my urgent statements. The need to set the record straight has become more critical than ever. Obviously, many people have suffered unnecessarily through this ordeal, not the least of which has been myself and my family. As I write this, I’m 84 years old in the waning years of life, while suffering from lung cancer. With my time on this earth now limited, I feel a burning desire to let the world know of my genuine hate for Sandusky.
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