We’ll be real right now, as we are wont to do. We don’t despise Green Bay more than any other team that’s not a divisional opponent of the Jets, and nowhere near as much as Dallas, Oakland, Pittsburgh, Denver, Indy, or Washington. Or Philadelphia, naturally. We loved the whole Lombardi thing. Books, documentaries, whatever. (Brooklyn holler!) We don’t wish to be too venomous in this space on this topic, so be advised that the opinion we are expressing is not meant to heap fresh scorn on Joe Philbin, Green Bay’s Offensive Coordinator, and it’s not like he’s sitting around reading us anyway.
But as we like to say, we have the right to say it, so we’re saying it. It’s hard for us to mourn a kid who rapes little girls. Frankly, we aren’t about to do it. Nor can we mourn for a family that created an environment in which little girls get passed out drunk and then are sexually assaulted in the bed where the head of the household sleeps. Yup. Meet the Philbins, America. Meet good old minor raping family USA and then figure out what is the proper way in which to regard them.
Was Michael Philbin Ben Roethlisberger Jr? Yes, more or less. Less the arm, more the convictions. But here we have a football coach neglectful of his family, bordering on criminally so, and another football brat, bent on criminal sexual deviance. Organized and calculated criminal sexual deviance.
We can’t say we read the Green Bay newspapers. We aren’t one of the 10,000, so we didn’t know until the other day that this kid was a sex offender. And don’t throw semantics at us. That the judge for some reason didn’t make the kid register as a sex offender says more about the kid’s patrician status as the son of a Packer coach than it does about the truth.
Also, this wasn’t an isolated offense. Two rapes, two sixteen year olds, two sentences. This kid was a serial rapist. As the families of the victims expressed, the class of the crime (misdemeanor) did not adequately portray the seriousness of the offenses. Really, a little pedophilia is only tolerable in the fictional worlds spun by Tom Robbins, and otherwise, is no laughing matter.
When we heard that the Philbin kid was fished out of that lake cold, we assumed it was another dysfunctional football family, good from far, far from good, religious but not moral, and that an attention deprived kid took his life.
We could have a little bit of sympathy for that. But not for a victim-ful crime family. No understanding either. Sex criminals and child abusers may get opportunities to rehabilitate themselves, but do they really, and really, who even cares anyway? Would we have trusted our daughters around this kid because he had spent 4.5 months in jail?
Absolutely not. And we can not trust his father either. Again, we think only his patrician status stood between him and some sort of charge that he had endangered the welfare of a minor, what with the wild liquor and rape party going down in his home, the rapes between his sheets.
What of the tears shed by the Philbins at their son’s sentencing? Tears of guilt? Regret? Contrition? Responsibility? Or of shame for their “good name”? Or because their lad was off to the pen?
Spoke to Mr. White this morning. He’s a Dolphin fan. He said he was hoping Philbin became his next head coach. Why not? He’s obviously a very good football coach. That really was never the problem.