Sandusky's blues

Jerry Sandusky's legal team needs to grab him by the jacket and get him to an underground bunker as quickly as they are able.
Once there, they need to pry his eyes open "Clockwork Orange" style and make him watch every media report that has aired since he was indicted on 52 counts of sexual abuse and make sure he understands that what he is going through is serious.
Then, if they're smart, they'll keep him down there until his trial.
I don't know what kind of bubble the former Penn State defensive coordinator is living in, but it must be more rose-tinted than the poppy fields in "The Wizard of Oz."
Innocent until proven guilty, sure. But you might not want to go out on your back porch and stare at kids from a local elementary school playing during recess when you've been accused of sexually assaulting 10 minors over a period of 15 years.
Sandusky had the gall to be offended that folks in his neighborhood and at the school found his behavior alarming, and told the Associated Press he feels like people have turned on him.
Yeah, people will do that when you've been indicted in connection with more than 50 sex crimes.
"I've associated with thousands of young people over the years," Sandusky said, in a very poor choice of words. "And now, all of a sudden, because of allegations and perceptions that have been tried to be created of me, now I can't take our dog on my deck and throw out biscuits to him."
It's clear that Sandusky still just doesn't get it. Throwing biscuits to his dog should be the last thing on his mind.
In a sense, it's reminiscent of the same mentality Joe Paterno had when news of the scandal broke last fall. Joe didn't seem to understand why people were mad at him for not doing more when he had been informed of Sandusky's alleged behavior.
Sure, he said he should have done more. He also said he would retire at the end of the season.
Joepa didn't realize that this was bigger than him. And Penn State canned him for it.
It was a sad end, punctuated by Paterno's recent death.
But Sandusky, too, seems to be carrying on as if he is invincible.
First he gave an interview to Bob Costas in which he got picked apart like a lame impala trying to fend off a cheetah.
Who pauses when someone asks them if they're a pedophile? Pedophiles, would be my only guess. Otherwise it's a flat and fast "no."
Now there's this stuff where he's expecting his neighbors to rally behind him and just treat him like he's part of the extended family while he's on house arrest awaiting trial.
"Now, all of a sudden, these people turn on me when they've been in my home with their kids," Sandusky said, again using very poorly chosen words. "They've attended birthday parties when they've been on that deck. When their kids have been playing in my yard. When their kids have been sled riding when they've asked to sled ride. It's difficult for me to understand."
That last bit seems rather obvious. Sandusky clearly does not understand what he is involved in. But he'd better wake the hell up.
At 68, with the charges he's facing, he is on trial for his life.
He needs to close all the shutters, bolt the doors and do some serious soul searching. He needs to realize that the days of letting kids sled in his yard are over. He needs to realize that, as an accused sex offender, he can't casually watch kids play and flip biscuits to the dog.
He needs to understand that the rest of the world, including his neighbors, now have a very different way of looking at him. This is real. This is serious.
The justice system will determine if Jerry Sandusky is guilty or not. But, in the world we live in, when charges this grave are levied in such volume, there are no more birthday parties on the deck.